Yogi Bear and Boo-boo Too

Oh, Jellystone Park, where echoes reside, In the whispers of trees and the brook's gentle glide. A haven of mischief, of laughter, of cheer, Where two famous bears roam year after year. Yogi, the leader, so quick with a plan, A bear of bold wit, a most cunning fan. With his tie so dapper, his hat tilted just so, A schemer of schemes wherever he’d go. “Hey, Boo-Boo, my buddy, this picnic’s for us! Why should baskets just sit without any fuss?” But Boo-Boo would frown, his tiny heart torn, “Yogi, you know it’s not something we should do.” “Relax, little buddy, don’t worry your head, We’ll leave no crumbs, not a shred on this spread. The ranger’s too slow, too busy, he'll be too late We’ve got the smarts; we will surely change our fate!” Round the park they would prance, a duo unmatched, Through covert escapes, their plans always hatched. Scaling high treetops, diving through streams, Their friendship unshaken, as sure as their dreams. For Boo-Boo, the conscience, so wise, so composed, Would soften the edges of Yogi’s repose. “Yogi, my friend, think of what we might lose, If the Ranger gets mad for the baskets we take!” But Yogi grins, his charm lighting the day, “Boo-Boo, my logic will show us the way! The park is our home, so lively, so vast, We’re just sharing its gifts while the moment lasts.” The ranger may grumble, his whistle may blow, But Yogi outmaneuvers, he’s too fast to his slow. With a wink and a laugh, and Boo-Boo in tow, They vanish through pines where the breezes still blow. Oh, Jellystone Park, a stage for the pair, Their antics are immortal, etched in the air. For Yogi’s bold heart and Boo-Boo’s soft soul, Create a harmony, a timeless patrol. Though baskets may vanish, and tempers may flare, There’s love in abundance when these two are there. Oh, Yogi and Boo-Boo, a duo so rare, Cartoonish legends whose "Smarter than the avenge bear!"