The black bears roaming
Into the trees,
Trying to climb it,
Falling from
Or slipping down.
The bears picking
The mahua buds
From which the country wine
Is made,
An animal hairy.
Once the woods used to be
With them,
The bears haired
Ans blackly,
Roaming wildly into.
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