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from whom no one could run!
He popped caps in the ass,
of those who gave sass,
and he found this to be quite fun!
One day he found a blicky,
and his trigger finger was itchy;
so he went in to town,
and mowed everyone down,
and left behind a sight most icky.
The cityfolk became concerned,
once they had finally learned;
of a bear with a gat,
not a rat nor a cat,
who'd make them run off in a blur.
And so they made him a steak,
because they knew how to bake,
they gave it to him,
he gave them a grin,
but the steak went right to his cake!
Now that panda with a gun,
isn't having much fun.
His massive tush
got caught in a bush
and the kids make fun of his buns!