My Night Ted got this little hole
It just appeared one day
I said, "If we ignore it, Ted
It's bound to go away."
Imagine then my horror when
I next dragged him about
I found that almost all of him
That was inside, was out.
I called up M.U.M. for help
"EMERGENCY! IT'S TED!
I think you should come quickly
With your needle and your thread."
Well, Mum got busy stitching
A hundred's what it took
Or that is what she thought it was
I couldn't bear to look
And when at last she said, "That's done!"
I didn't dare remark
he hardly seemed like Ted at all
But more like Noah's Ark.
She'd stitched him up and patched and darned
And saved him from the dump
But on the way he'd lost a neck
And gained a camel's hump
His nose was far less nose than snout
His tum was slipping south
There was a kind of penguin look
About his eyes and mouth
I choked, I must apologise
But Mum said, "There's no need
I think we've prob'ly seen to where
Ignoring holes can lead"
And Ted just blinked as if to say
"It wasn't such a crime.
I wouldn't be this rare new bear
If I'd been stitched in time."