Teddy Bear's Lament

Teddy Bear's Lament

When she was small she hugged me, oh so tight,
And took me to her nursery to sleep,
But now, I'm tossed aside, and left each night,
To gather dust, and have a silent weep.

She's grown-up now, she must be all of eight,
Computer games and Barbie dolls are cool,
And Teddy's cuddles now will have to wait
Until she tires of fancy-dress and tulle.

I'm good for drying tears and taking blame,
And listening when no-one wants to hear,
So, maybe underneath, she feels the same,
And won't be throwing out her Teddy Bear.

I still love her, although she's grown so fine;
Her baby smiles will be forever mine.

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