Too few do boots in pools,
And swim.
Many might cause ripples,
Crossing streams with them.
When fishermen cast rods,
In ponds where ducks quack...
Bears passing through,
Stop their scratching to stare.
After napping on snacks...
Carried,
In large paper sacks
Carefully prepared!
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