smokey the bear fired an m16 rifle
but it jammed and the viet cong
poured over the barricades
he wept about his honey
and his picnic basket but
the dead children didn't go away
it looked like rain again
he would have to hear it
nothing smells like a wet bear
but he didn't care
he liked the smell of the rain and the smoke
and the the sound of canned rations
being opened.
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