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...He should have listened to Ranger Smith and left the picnic baskets alone. Darn those humans and their beer; Yogi rued the day he developed a taste for the stuff. Oh sure, Smokey offered to let him crash at his den for the night, but Yogi stubbornly insisted that he was fine to make his own way back home by himself. Oh Yogi.
One moment he's crossing the road, thinking of sweet Cindy Bear waiting for him at home. Other bears might have their Ginger but Cindy was his sweet Mary Ann, sexy in that wholesome "bear next den" sort of way. In his jolly reverie Yogi forgot to look both ways as he stepped out the forest to cross the road; now he’s a projectile heading straight for the windshield of a car.
He knows how this is gonna end and it’s not good.
Goodbye Cindy, I’ll always love you baby. Take good care of Boo-....
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/43327103/ns/world_news-americas/
One moment he's crossing the road, thinking of sweet Cindy Bear waiting for him at home. Other bears might have their Ginger but Cindy was his sweet Mary Ann, sexy in that wholesome "bear next den" sort of way. In his jolly reverie Yogi forgot to look both ways as he stepped out the forest to cross the road; now he’s a projectile heading straight for the windshield of a car.
He knows how this is gonna end and it’s not good.
Goodbye Cindy, I’ll always love you baby. Take good care of Boo-....
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/43327103/ns/world_news-americas/
