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Bear received a very formal letter notifying him that he would receive an award,
however the secretary had typed "tits" instead of "it's" Founders Award.
The night before the award dinner we had a special dinner for Bear and
surprised him with a "Tits Award Trophy" and read the following poem.

Twas the night before the Award when all through the Inn
The Cubbies were coming. They were all checking in.
The foreigners were here, with passports in hand
and others are coming from across this great land.

"He's won an Award" said Linda AP
You all must come, you all must see."
We got on the phone - we called Ed and Nancy
"There will be a dinner and it's gonna be fancy."

When the letter came there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my computer to see what was the matter.
Away to Bear's desk I flew, not able to sit,
as he tore open the envelope and we saw the word 'tit.

The letter we read sent from Portland you know
gave the hint of a smile that was beginning to grow.
When what to my wondering ears should I hear
but "They've given me an award for tits, my dear."

And dear old Bear, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment his keyboard would click
More rapid than eagles, his words they came
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now Boobie, now Titty, now which is the cuter?
Melon or Bazooka or maybe even Hooter?

To his computer he ran - not hesitating at all
and began to write - a letter to tell all.

As he wrote to Lavery, his eyes were so merry
He could hardly wait to phone Pete and Jerry.
And then in a twinkling I heard in the room
the snickering and laughing and a feeling of doom.
As I closed up my book and was turning around
Up the living room stairs Bear came with a bound.

He had written a letter, twas one of his best
and then he called Kathie, to give it the test.

As he read her the letter and said do I dare?
Kathie said of course - "That's just Pure Bear!"

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
He was laughing and said "Let's give this a go."

The stump of a pencil he held tight in his hand
And the words he had written as only Bear can.
He wrote of his interest in tits as a boy
and how his study had become a great joy
When newborn and plump twas natural to suckle
But a Founders Award? - That made him chuckle.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave us to know there was something to dread
He had spoke now a word, but went straight to his screen
He typed out a letter, which all of you've seen.

After reading their letter and his answer to it
He said "Oh my God. do you think I blew it?"

He sprang to his Towncar to the post office he went
and the letter to Lavery he sealed and he sent.
But I heard him whisper, a quiet aside
I'll accept this Award and display it with pride.

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