What kinda bear do ya think I am?

That's just what we don't know, my ursine gin-and-tonic! We can hardly bear to wait until June to find out.

If you repudiate a teddy, does that mean you will bare all?
Or are you a follower of Fuzzy-wuzzy?
(as in:-
Fuzzy-wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy-wuzzy had no hair.
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So Fuzzy-wuzzy wusn't Fuzzy, wuzzy?)


Whatever else, if the sun shines, we shall turn Lettermore into a bare garden.
One thing is certain (well - it is if you believe Isaac Walton) see edit, below - Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away.

EDIT: - Oh God our help in Ages past was, of course, writ by Isaac WATTS - Walton wrote Th Compleat Angler. My thanks to the Atleur who pointed this out, but wishes to remain a nony mouse -