Mr. Teddy Bear

He sits upon his pillowed throne

A joyous smile on his face

And though his ears may seem have out grown

He carries them with pride and grace

He never cross or quick to cry

A friend in need he is to me

When human tongues are mean and sharp

Mr. Teddy gives me sympathy

To him I always bare my soul

He lifts me when I'm feeling low

And when I brag and miss my goal

He never says I told you so

My friends may thither gleefully

And some may tease but I don't care

I hope that I may never be

Too old to love Mr. Teddy bear