This polar bear was very weird.
Among the things he truly feared
Was cold. One day, he disappeared.
The bears all wondered where he'd gone.
His absence lingered on and on
Until the spring, when one bright dawn
He reappeared. His coat was tan.
Among his worried ursine clan
The word went out: “He’s been to Cannes!”
The bears then asked him (girls and guys)
About the glitter in his eyes.
“In Cannes,” he said, “I won a prize,
A film I’d made about the snow—
And temperatures too far below.
We’ll see it at the picture show!”
The other bears were happy now—
They knew that he’d been safe, somehow.
They clapped their paws; he took a bow.