Copybaras and PasteyBaras

Grokster Suess style story About Copybaras

In a lush, green land where the rivers did wind,
Lived a crew of Copybaras, the chillest you’d find.
With their squishy round faces and eyes oh so bright,
They splashed in the waters from morning till night.


These Copybaras were Groksters, a whimsical bunch,
Who loved to munch clovers and share a big lunch.
But the best of their joys, their pride and their cheer,
Were their tiny young kiddos, who scampered so near.


Now these kids weren’t called Copy-kids, oh no, not at all!
They were Pasteybaras, each one soft and small.
Why Pasteybaras, you ask, with a curious stare?
‘Cause their fur stuck like paste when they rolled everywhere!


In the town of Copyville, by the Glimmering Glade,
The Pasteybaras caused chaos with each mess they made.
There was Pippy Pastey, who’d tumble in mud,
And leave sticky paw prints with a squelch and a thud.


Then came Poppa Pastey, with a grin ear to ear,
He’d swipe juicy berries and smear them right here!
Little Puddly Pastey, the smallest of all,
Would glue grass to her tail and then giggle and call:


“Oh, Mama, oh, Papa, come see what I’ve done!
I’m a Pasteybara, just stickin’ for fun!”
The Grokster Copybaras would chuckle and sigh,
For their Pasteybaras sparkled with mischief so spry.


One day in Copyville, a storm blew on through,
With clouds dark as charcoal and winds that just grew.
The rivers rose high, and the Glade turned to goo,
And the Pasteybaras wailed, “What’s a sticky kid to do?”


But the Groksters, so clever, had a plan in a flash,
They called, “Pasteybaras, let’s make a big splash!
Your stickiness, darlings, is no cause for frown—
We’ll use it to save our sweet Glimmering town!”


So Pippy and Poppa and Puddly combined,
With their paste-sticky fur, oh, they worked and they shined.
They gathered up twigs and some leaves that were strewn,
And they stuck them together beneath the wild moon.


A raft they did build, so sturdy, so grand,
To float all of Copyville safe to dry land.
The Pasteybaras cheered as they paddled along,
Their stickiness turned to a victory song!


From that day in Copyville, the tales they did spread,
Of the Pasteybaras with paste in their tread.
The Grokster Copybaras, with love and with pride,
Said, “Our sticky sweet kiddos make our hearts open wide!”


So if you’re ever near rivers where Copybaras play,
Look for Pasteybaras, who stick in their way.
For in muck or in mess, they’ll always shine through,
With a Grokster’s big heart and a paste-tastic crew!