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With apologies to Shel Silverstein

In the swamplands long ago,
Where the weeds and mudglumps grow,
A Yipiyuk bit on my toe.
Exactly why I do not know.
I kicked and cried
And hollered "Oh"-
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I whispered to him soft and low-
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I shouted "Stop," "Desist" and "Whoa"-
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
Yes, it was sixteen years ago,
The Yipiyuk still won't let go.
The snow may fall,
The winds may blow-
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
The snow may melt,
The grass may grow-
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
I drag him 'round each place I go.
This Yipiyuk that won't let go.
And now my child at last you know
Exactly why I walk so slow.

nice shot