Teddy keeps warm everywhere

In a coat of honey-coloured fur.

His eyes are bright and brown

And his arms are strong and round.


When first he came he used to speak

In his own kind of squeak

But he lost his voice and his bow

Of yellow ribbon long ago.


Teddy has kicked the straw through his toes

And worn the stitching from his nose

By rubbing me with the end

Like a puppy making friends.


But with his big fat paws

He still drives cars

And railway trains across the floor

Crash into the door.


Stanley Cook