The Bipolar Bear

In Central Park, a polar bear Would swim and swim and swim; At least twelve hours every day Was not enough for him. His name was Gus and at the zoo, A therapist was sought To see if this obsession Could perhaps become untaught. An animal behaviorist To Central Park was lured And he concluded, in the end, That Gus was merely bored. They gave him toys and hid his food To occupy his mind And slowly, he began to leave His figure eights behind. Still, tourists and New Yorkers both All loved to visit Gus, 'Cause after all, he seemed to be Neurotic, just like us. But sad to say, Gus passed away; His age was twenty-seven. Perhaps he's doing backstrokes Up where polar bears have heaven.