Teddy,
I've been bad again,
My Mommy
told me so;
I'm not
quite 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 really
big they 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 every where.
To please
try hard to understand.
How sad
it makes us feel;
Cause the
outside pain soon goes a way,
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,
So Goodnight,
Teddy Bear...