Cuthbert bear has a day out, a day out once a year,
he fluffs his shabby worn loved off fur and practices his growl,
blinks his one good eyes and shines it up.
for every year he goes to the park travelling by rucksack
to meet other well loved shabby bears of his ilk at the teddy bears picnic.
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