The bear in the pit is stupid for freedom,
rushing against your linked hands.

If you trap him there the game is stopped.
If he breaks the pit the game is stopped.
If he goes too far the game is stopped.

You take him by the hands, you love him up good.
He says he was a good idea gone bad,
a must-do inspiration that fizzled out,
and he recants his preposterous bearness.

You dance a little. The game starts up.
Now you’re the bear.