My dear old wise Grampaw
Told me all ‘bout grizzly b’ars,
When I’d sit upon his lap an’ he would teach;
How they stand up by a tree,
Just as straight as you or me,
An’ they’ll claw that tree as high as they can reach.
Now some claw marks is wider
Than the other marks beside ‘er,
An’ together, they are like a signature;
Tellin’ other b’ars their name,
An’ thats how b’ars get fame,
Just as long as all them claw marks will endure.
Well, some folks at IBM
Must ‘er took a look at them
Claw marks of a b’ar up on a tree,
An’ it come to them so clear;
Them lines, a new idear,
An’ that is how the b’ar code come to be!
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