history.

Next year, you and I, stuffy bear, we'll be in the
Promise Land.
What's that, you've punched out your own eyes?
Now your snowy head is blind.
Your mouth is sewn up, too?
In fact, I've never heard you utter anything
of reason.
Maybe I'll just go it alone
and hope you won't sneak up
from under my bed at night
and rip out my innocent eyes,
too.