Running into the mountains, all the children go
with hearts aflutter, O there's a golden rainbow
and a pot of gold on a white ermine landscape-
of snow, where playful polar bears play
with Apollonian spirits roaring all day
and a billion stars with a moonscape.
You can closely lasso, you can lasso,
and take your Winnie the Pooh,
do you remember this, too?
Or is it just me?
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