Snowy’s heart longed to be as pure as his fur-skin,

That is, to say, free from markedly ursine sin.

So, looking for pathways to a renewal’s win,

He decided to follow the pope’s religion.

But, he struggled adhering to the fasting rule

Because stream’s steadiness of salmon made him drool,

Hence Icy’s indult from the High See made it cool

For him to remain a shish-ke-fish feasting fool

As long as during his schedule of sated zzzs,

He prayed for welcoming of bear necessities:

Healing hanger by Humpy’s healing harmonies

Rather than mauling upon world’s humanities. ; )