Bubba Bears Cozy Hibernation Haven
But that’s a laundry mat! Said his stern sis.
Bubba dove into a basket without a miss.
Warm towels and socks gave a laundry hiss.
His mama came by and gave him a tiny kiss.
Hibernation began; his eyes are now asleep.
We tiptoe around his cozy warm bearish heap.
He is snuggled up like a warm newborn sheep.
He does not wake up until April robin’s first peep.
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