Yellow Bears

"They're over there."

"Where?"

"Over there -see my stare? 

It's a pair of yellow bears,

By the pears, past the stairs.

You know the stairs so full of wear and stripped of paint that now they're bare?"

"No I don't, I do not care."

"Well you're due to change your mind.

For I'm sure you'll never find

That from shore to sea 

No eye has seen

What I have just described."