Go find my husky,
on a chilled, cold snowy night;
I know he'd come running,
if he heard me growl with plight!
My friend, my pal has been there..
fighting down the snow;
walking against the wind of time,
hand in hand we grow.
The hunger driven hunt game is on,
and there's nothing to eat but ice;
The selfish dog shares his cold food...
as he finds me beary nice.
So please go find my husky,
and tell him I'll warm his heart with care;
I'd do what it takes to keep him,
as I am his wild arctic bear.
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