by Nick Gisburne
The unprotected ice begins to thaw
Retreating to reveal the rocks beneath
A glimpse of what this land contained before
The grisly graves of teddy bears with teeth
The matted mounds of skeleton and skin
Where prehistoric children laid them, dead
Are pulled into an almost human grin
And bathed in blood, each terrifying ted
A paleontological review
Can finally report that what was found
Will birth a branch of science, nuanced, new
The quest for cuddly culture, underground
A search to see inside the Stone Age mind
With twisted toys their toddlers left behind
