who served the bear
Who has served the bear the barista asked her crew
In hiding now was her wait staff, Leland and Lulu
Who has served the bear? She yelled to the head chef.
Her voice sounded sharp like a distorted treble clef.
Finally, the Barista came over to serve the bear herself.
Can you please use that blue cup high up on the shelf?
Sure, she replied, being as sweet as she could be that day.
The bear paid his money and whisked his coffee away.
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