My followers are discriminating.
One could almost say they were hating,
All ‘gators and snakes.
Slimy things from a lake,
Score low on their animal rating.
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To die at the hand of a bear,
Or anything else with hair,
Is a preferable fate,
So strong is their hate.
They’d happily hide in his lair.
I introduce Harvey my friend.
He’s cuddly and docile to tend.
I liked him on sight.
He wouldn’t dare bite.
Do you think that I am ‘round the bend?