I'm Papa, the geriatric
Black bear at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
Out of humans, I get a kick
Of all the silly things they do.
I really don't watch humans much.
Most of the time they see my rear
In my outside habitat hutch.
I like to do my napping here.
Now one thing humans do that does
Get me moving to check it out,
Is scattered high fiber grain, cuz
That means some honey too - no doubt!
There is a sign, 'For Papa Bear.'
I cannot read but know treats' there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem really enjoyed it. Well wrote.