Correction of an Ab-bear-ation

Two Sundays ago it was tryin' to snow,
As I launched on an Internet search.
Before you chastise, let me tell you that I's
Gettin' ready to drive into church.

I surfed to a site filled with poetry bright.
My church goin' started to ebb.
I felt some remorse: "Gotta go now, of course!"
But then I found this on the "web".

With meter and rhyme and with verses sublime
The poetry utters Great Truth
 Bout sheep needin' callin' and "Rollies" a-crawlin'
But then they get downright uncouth.

The Upchurch gang there has writ of a bear
Who's cranky and grumbly and gruff.
But I can tell you: when I sit in my pew,
That ursine's of happier stuff!

They've chronicled long and mentioned a song
Then posted their work on the "net".
But the grizzly that I recollect didn't cry.
I think that whole clan is all wet!

A hymnal they quote in the things that they wrote
And according to them it is said
That the bear is depressed or perhaps just distressed
At the angle of eyes in his head.

Despite his afflictions, I think their depictions
Are woefully way off the mark.
He's nothin' but cheerful, not gloomy and tearful.
Those Baptists must be in the dark.

I admit he's a bear and he sports quite a pair
Of  cross-eyes in the way that he looks.
But then their narration becomes desecration
 Cause "Glad Lee" is his name in OUR books!