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May 2015
The Little Brown Bear carried a Rose..
He tripped and it went up his snout..
The Little Brown Bear feeling so sad,
sat down and began to pout..
Along came a Bee, and said ' let me see,
if I can help you out..'
He went up his nose, and buzzed about..
The Little Brown Bear sneezed, and the
Rose came out..
The Bee flew away, and the Bear called
him back..
The Bee said, ' I can't..
'It just Bee's like that..'
Written by
John Leroy Maxwell
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