Do you dare to be a care-bear? Don’t give me that stare, even if your name is Claire.
Instead have some flair, or sit in a comfy chair drinking something rare.
Tear out a page and write a poem somewhere in the fresh, lovely air.
While the wind blows your shiny hair, wax your legs with some warm, sensuous Nair.
Go horse riding on a beautiful mare, while eating an exceptionally juicy pear.
When you see a pair of pimps at the local fair, give them a big fat stare, followed by a fierce glare.
Then say a prayer in your secret lair, while guarding the door is your little pet hare.
So yeah – if you are truly a care-bear, I would love you to share 