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A fuzzy back that isn't yellow.
But often green or rarely red.
A den is where I make my bed.
My keepers feed me colored balls,
With sticks they store on my den walls.
Sometimes I keep them in my pouch,
Sometimes deep inside my belly, ouch!
That is when you will see me acting strange.
Instead of balls, I'll eat your change!
That is my queue to feed again,
Chalk it up to hunger friend!