THERE'S A BEAR ON MY CHAIR

There's a bear on my chair. He is so big,it's hard to share. There isn't any room to spare. We do not make a happy pair, a mouse and bear with just one chair. When I give him a nasty glare,he seems completely unaware. I don't know what he's doing there,that bear who's sitting on my chair. I must admit he has some flair. He has fine taste in leisure wear. I'm fond of how he does his hair. But still I wish he was not there. I'll try to tempt him with a pear, to lure him from my favorite chair. But he just goes on sitting there. Why won't he go back to his lair? Maybe I'll give him a scare-I'll jump out in my underwear! But no. Of course he does not care. That stinky bear sat on my chair. I understand that bears are rare. I know they need the utmost care. I know all that. I am aware. But still I cannot stand this bear. That's it!I'm done. I do declare! This bear has led me to despair! It is not fair! It is not fair! I'm going now. I don't know where.... Hey!There's a mouse in my house.