And each for the other appears a poor fit.
That Liberty cap upon Bruin's brown noddle!
That crown—much awry—on the Beauty's fair head!
Absurd! And the Bear's heavy lumbering waddle
Sorts oddly enough with the lady's light tread.
He won't get her step! Will she try to catch his?
As soon shall small beer take the sparkle of fizz.
Is she "soothing the Bear"—with a show of lip-honey?
Is he flattering the Bee—with an eye on the hive?
Sting hidden, claws sheathed—for how long? Well, 'tis funny,