Yellow teddy bear,
There he goes,
Into the forest,
Where he hunts to get his black honey.
In this story, he eats the bees,
In this story, he drowns the hive,
In this story, he salvages everything,
To get his precious black honey.
Black honey so pure and white,
Would only look like gold to the mind.
But inside the black honey,
Is where all the burden creeps,
Unravelling the excited torture,
In the eye of its beholder.
So the yellow teddy bear,
Backs up from the forest,
Only after he finds his twin brother,
Good for dead