he soaks the bear in the orange peel : around the fire he sits among the embers, sheaths and sings there for the lillys that always twirl always spinn spindle and fire the mark and spin and such are the spells that perk single and sure the bear grouches united together with its wooden chips. that spindle spindle spindle along Wider and claravoyant, bear grows grimmer bear moves and roaves, roave through the feild where the spindle he wanted it to always spin and the lilly frames the guanted quickest run. bear around the fire stone, clank , clanker louder spark , fast quite fast on top of that ill defeat. my pleasant spark it belongs to the feathers. the bear the orange the pool belly of a candor light ., shaking out its belly, perhaps a smile or a charm the bears wide old furr.