Fuzzy Wuzzy is a bear

Fuzzy Bear has fuzzy hair

And everywhere that he may go

His fuzzy hair will waft and blow

His coat will trail far behind

Each season visibly defined

And tie its self in complex knots,

 which tangles Fuzzy’s fine culottes

No matter how I brush his hair

He always has some more to spare

Collecting debris ‘long the way

Sticky weed and bramble spray

It lines the doorways, clogs the drains

And, despite my fuzzy hair campaigns

That fuzzy hair will gather speed

And travel far like tumbleweed

Collect in corners, under beds

Become enmeshed in carpet threads

And just when I have ebbed the flow,

 another tumbleweed will show

But Fuzzy Bear …despite his hair

 (which lets me know he’s always there)

 Is everything that he could be

The best dog in the world for me.