Teddy Bear

Teddy, I've been bad again,
my Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
but I thought that you might know.
When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
cause she was crying awful hard,
and yelling at my Dad.
I tried my best to be real good,
and do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.
But I spilled my milk on my good shirt,
when she yelled at me to hurry;
and I guess she didn't hear me,
when I told he I was sorry.
Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
and called me funny names;
and told me I was really bad,
and I should be ashamed!
When I said, "I love you Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth,
or I'd get smacked again.
So I came up here to talk to you,
please tell me what to do;
cause I really love my Mommy,
and I know she loves me too.
And I don't think my Mommy means,
to hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes grownups forget,
how really big they are!
So teddy, I wish you were real,
and you weren't just a bear;
then you could help me find a way,
to tell mommies everywhere.
To please try hard to understand,
how sad it makes us feel;
cause the pain outside soon goes away,
but the inside never heals!
And if we could make them listen,
maybe then they'd understand;
so other children just like me,
wouldn't have to hurt again.
But for now I guess I'll hold you tight,
and pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
so Goodnight, Teddy Bear!

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