She sits upon her pillowed throne,
A joyous smile upon her face;
And though her ears may seem outgrown,
She carries them with pride and grace.
She's never cross or quick to harp,
A friend in need is she to me;
When human tongues are mean and sharp,
My Teddy gives me sympathy.
To her, I always bare my soul,
She lifts me when I'm feeling low;
And when I brag and miss my goal,
She never says, "I told you so!"
My friends may titter gleefully,
And some may tease, but I don't care;
I hope that I will never be ...
Too old to love my Teddy Bear!
