Betty The Yetti Poem by Richard Jarboe

Betty the Yetti,
Betty the Yetti,
Better get ready,
Screw your head on tight,
Betty the Yetti is marching tonight,
Big wide footprints deep in the snow,
Betty the Yetti steady on the go.
She's shaggy all over says a native guide,
She's ten feet tall and five feet wide.
Called the Queen of Everest,
Does she have a breast or a chest?
Her evidence is so hard to define,
But all the locals say she has a fabulous behind.
Some say she could be a polar bear,
Or maybe a descendent or so,
Or maybe she's part Ursus Tyrannus,
Extinct 40,000 years ago.
Five countries are part of the Himalayas,
But she don't need no stinkin' passport on loan,
Wild men are scattered throughout the Himalayas,
But they all give her room and leave Betty alone.
Is she human or is she an ape?
Is she a phantom or alien primate?
After two thousand years it's hard to relate,
To Betty the Yetti in a permanent state.
Betty the Yetti worries about her kids,
Will they be normal or hominids?
Is Betty a mirage, are her thoughts really real?
It's so hard to say what a Yetti might feel.