I am hungry and the salmon are plentiful.
Let me wake from my slumber and lumber
to the edge of this precipice in the river
and stand my brown bulky body on this slippery boulder
while the stream swirls around my paws.
Salmon are leaping up and down like fireflies at dawn
and my furry rolls jiggle as I swat at them
like my cubs will swat at butterflies in spring.
Yes, that is how I will teach them how to fish!
But now I am not here to play games of young cubs…
Ah, the salmon are almost here;
let me open my gaping maw and let them leap into it
om nom nom