The Bipolar Bear

In Central Park, a polar bear
Would swim and swim and swim;
At least twelve hours every day
Was not enough for him.

His name was Gus and at the zoo
A therapist was sought
To see if this obsession
Could perhaps become untaught.

An animal behaviorist
To Central Park was lured
And he concluded, in the end,
That Gus was merely bored.

They gave him toys and hid his food
To occupy his mind
And slowly he began to leave
His figure eights behind.

Still, tourists and New Yorkers both
All loved to visit Gus,
'Cause after all, he seemed to be
Neurotic, just like us.

But sad to say, Gus passed away;
His age was twenty-seven.
Perhaps he's doing backstrokes
Up where polar bears have heaven.