When Young Holly encountered Birthday Bear
The poor old teddy was in such despair.
"Come," said the girl, handing him a sweet pea,
"Why all the tears? Why be melancholy?"
"Alas," said the bear, "'Tis a namesake curse!
"A grave malady that only gets worse!
"I long for my birthday most days of the year,
"But I weep and I wail when it gets here.
"You see, I'm reminded, like I'm Macbeth,
"That each day I'm ageing, closer to death."
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