Until, with can, his grave he dug.
My heart, it fills with loathe and pain,
As he pops those tops again and again.
And so, sweet Teddy Bear of mine,
Your cloth and stuffing will do just fine.
When the world around is oh so cold,
To bring back the feelings of days of old.
Security and warmth when a man I held,
And, love for me, was what he felt.
So, Teddy, I'll hold you and squeeze you tight,
And you can see me through this night.
