A Diff’rent Bear

Ray Bub

I will of course shave off my beard.
Undoubtedly I’ll cut my hair.
My nails I’ll trim,
My body slim,
And then I’ll be a Diff’rent Bear.

Thusly disguised I’ll move about,
Gathering facts on who I’d been.
My bad habits, lapses, fits,
Will all be written on a pin.

This sharp uncommon roll of deeds
Will then be set up as a site
For angels sweet uncountable
To dance upon and buff up bright.

The pinhead soon so smooth shall be,
Its surface shining mirrory,
Reflecting he who tries to see
Just who I was, am, or will be.