• Teddy, I've been bad again,
    My Mommy told me so;
    I'm not quiet 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 milk on my good shirt,
    When she yelled at me to hurry;
    And I guess she didn't hear me,
    When I told her 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, grown-ups forget.
    How big they really 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 outside pain 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,
    I love you......So Goodnight,
    Teddy Bear