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.