So feeling properly soothed, we once again contemplated the topic of defecation following corn consumption.
But…we had no Charmin.
So we went to steal some from the big bear we had seen.
But he didn’t feel like sharing…
So we used the last remaining corndog for a purpose indescribable.
But the bear growled, “What a waste of a perfectly good corndog!”
So we told the bear what he could do with the corndog.
But…the bear raised his mustard covered paw and swore allegiance to the human race.
So, we dubbed him our Yogi Bear
But this one was not even as smart as the average bear.
So…Hey Boo-boo, not the honey one!
But Ranger Smith was lurking nearby and overheard the exchange
So…Yogi grabbed the pick-a-nick basket and ran.
But he dropped the pick-a-nick basket and tripped over it, flat on his face.
So Ranger Smith sat down on Yogi Bear and started picking through the basket and stuffing his face.
But when he opened a jar of honey, it attracted thousands of bees, which stung him all over his body.
So Ranger Smith hid under Yogi Bear
But…Boo Boo saw him and sang out “Na na na na boo boo!”
So poor Ranger Smith died a most awful and grisly death stung thousands of times by a swarm of angry bees
But as he was dying, his last words were “Thank God it’s not an awful and grizzly bear death”