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Egbert and MeAt night when I lie fast asleep My teddy, Egbert, wakes, And sits upon my counterpane Until the morning breaks. He likes to see I get my rest, For everybody's sakes, So if the pirates smash the door To steal away my toys He fights them off with dirk and sword But very little noise. And if the one-eyed bogey-man Comes breaking down the wall He scares him off by looking fierce But makes no sound at all. And if the wailing ghost flies down The chimney like a bird He blows him back with mighty breaths That simply can't be heard. When, after slumbering, peacefully I open up my eyes, I see the sun come shining in And find to my surprise That Egbert's lost another ear Upon some enterprise. But when I ask him what he's done He just looks smug and wise... Anon. |
A Boy's Verse:To My TeddyWhen I was only four days old You came to live with me And gave me all the love you hold Quite unreservedly. Oh Teddy Bear I still love thee As much as I did then, Though now we both are forty-three And very nearly men. Anon. |
First LoveMy teddy, Grumpkin, all the time, For her I wrestle down the moon, Fetch winter grapes, a dress of lace, And eat up every wrinkled prune. She sets the rules and I concur, I count the ocean's drop's for her, Fight fearsome trolls, do forward rolls And, if she lets me, comb her fur. When I detect her vaguest mood I sail the seas in vessels crude To fetch her treats, exotic sweets And potions rich with dreams imbued. I strain to serve her slightest whim, And travel to hell's hottest rim To brave the fire without a lyre And pluck the Devil's nose from him. And if you ask me, Why do so? It's difficult for me to know. Paula Ness |
My Teddy Bear(Written to commmerate the 75th Birthbay of the Teddy Bear) He sits upon his pillowed throne A joyous smile upon his face. And though his ears may seem outgrown He carries them with pride and grace. He's never cross or quick to carp A friend in need is he to me. When human tongues are mean and sharp My 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 many 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. Jeffrey S. Foreman The New York Times 10/27/1977 |
The Teddy Bear DanceWhen the moon hangs over the rolling downs That ripple between the seven towns, When the night is fresh and the air is clear When the owls hide their eyes and the fireflies appear. Then Teddy Bear time is here. There are Teddy Bears dancing here. Down sheets and trees and ivy plants To come to the site of the Teddy Bear dance Out from the windows on seven towns They creep on their way to the rolling downs For Teddy Bear time is here. There are Teddy Bears dancing here. Out from the beds of their daytime chums Silently drawn by the beat of the drums, Out from the houses and out through the gates Down the dark lanes where they join with their mates. For Teddy Bear time is here. There are Teddy Bears dancing here. Then onto the downs and around they prance Joining their hands in a frenzy of dance, Coming together to qudrille in teams Shedding their stuffing and straining their seams Quicker and quicker the music's beat Faster and faster the speed of their feet, Til ttheir eyes shake out and their ears come away And their fur starts to fly and their paws start to fray, |
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