Eeyore the donkey, Eye the bear,
Upon a single planet live,
And that which can be shared they share,
And that which cannot they forgive.
The donkey looks at all he sees
With doleful face and, stoic, sighs.
“A fig, Dull Ruminant!, for bees
While there is honey!” bear replies.
Eeyore observes the world’s decline
With something not unlike despair;
“Sad Thistle-Eater: weather’s fine,
The larder’s full!” retorts the bear.
Eeyore’s prevailing mood is gloom
And sorrow for the human race
But Eye likes lots of lebensraum
And can’t resist a pretty face.
Both heretics: the donkey doubts
The probability of grace;
“Attend, Sad Beast!” the other shouts
when love is spotted taking place.
And when young persons in the wood
Ask either of the friends the way
The gray one bleakly shakes his head,
The brown invites the girls to play.
Eeyore considers Ends and Means
And meditates on Higher Things
Eye studies nubile hikers’ jeans
And, as he swaps the signposts, sings.
The donkey’s cell is cold, austere
And subject to Improving Falls;
Bear’s got a bed that three can share
And trophies decorate his walls.
The donkey Thinks Of Others First
And tries to help those out of doors;
Eye hints obliquely at his worst
And casually shows his claws.
Eeyore believes the future’s black
And counsels shelter from the storm
But bear has turned his duvet back
To keep a pretty lost one warm.
Eeyore the donkey, Eye the bear,
Upon a single planet live,
And that which can be shared they share,
And that which cannot they forgive.