The lions and tigers and bears
Sat 'round the TV in their chairs
They ate lots of chips,
Gladys Knight and the Pips
And said, "This beats drafty old lairs."
But the tigers had their own agenda
They were swift as a Flying Wallenda
Up on a trapeze
While scratching their fleas
and wound up in a pile up-enda (literary license, OK?)
The bears began beating a path
for the last book by Sylvia Plath
It was rather depressing
While the bears were obsessing
about how to stage 'Grapes of Wrath'
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