When I was born a gift was sent
From far across the sea
A teddy bear from USA
Mum’s pen-pal sent to me.
He kept me nice and warm in bed
I cuddled him all night,
But Ted was spewed on several times
Poor bear he looked a fright.
So Mum washed Ted time and again,
I’d never let him go;
At story time I’d hold him near,
He listened close, I know.
He was a constant friend of mine
Whenever I was sad,
Like back when I was seven years old
The time I lost my dad.
So Ted’s been through a lot with me
And still he lingers near
With scruffy fur and just one eye
And flippy floppy ear.
But as he’s nearly of an age
–my lovely little bear –
When Ted’s considered to be old,
A friend like him is rare.
So he and I will travel on
Till one of us is dead,
I hope like hell for my own sake
The first to go is Ted!
Wowow, that is beautiful. Touched my heart. I read it to my children and they said they loved it! Thank you!!