Bruce bore burdens in the boring Behring Strait:
Bear cubs, beer steins, bubblegum, balls,
Bracingly and by himself as brazen beetle bait.
Blundering, he bumped the bell that Beatrice had bought,
And balanced on her bureau by the baby bunting box.
Out beyond his beck'ning grasp, the bell would not be caught,
And bouncing off the burro's back it shattered on the rocks.