Once upon a winter dreary, lying in my bed so weary
I was tired and aspired to be mired deep in slumber.
While I nodded, nearly sleeping, suddenly I felt a creeping
And I woke up almost screaming, to see what was underneath me.
Merely just to find me breathing, sighs of relief in air
It was only my teddy bear.
So I rose from my bed and carried teddy to a chair
And treaded back to my bed and said a prayer for better sleep.
While I found me getting drowsy, and my eyelids grew so heavy
Rapidly did something rouse me, as I felt that creep repeat
And I turned around to stare, surprised to see glaring at me
Was my little teddy bear.
Now I know that this is silly, but the air grew very chilly
And I grew confused and moved to place my teddy somewhere else.
I threw the bear onto the floor, and went to snooze amid my sheets
‘Til my heart skipped a beat, when I felt it’s hairy pelt
And looked over my left shoulder to see something sitting there.
It was my teddy bear.
How and why my bear returned had become a great concern
So I thought about the cause of what had brought my bear to bed
And I reckoned that my teddy wanted nothing but my love.
So I gave my bear a hug and let it sleep next to my head
But as I dozed I heard a moan and felt a breath upon my hair
But there was only my teddy bear.
Angry and a little scared, I heaved my teddy down the stairs
And treaded back to my bed and said a prayer to get some sleep
For I was drained and wishing I had chained my teddy to a post.
And so I closed my eyes and mouth and tried to count as many sheep
As I could, but at a thousand heard a sound like death declare:
“‘Tis only I, your teddy bear.”
I leapt from my spreads and fled, away from my haunted bed
Ever dreading what my eyes would have me see upon the silk.
So cautious did I try to creep, you wouldn’t hear a cry or peep
And so with such stealth did I sneak up to the shadow on my quilt
While stuffing it inside the plumbing, I was becoming quite aware
That this was no ordinary Teddy Bear.
Such was my thinking up until I felt my velvet lashes sinking
Obviously ready set for an extensive stretched siesta
Darkness folded over me and I was spinning in my dreams
When suddenly did I awake, opened my eyes and there crept the
Teddy bear, that wicked devil with tooth bared and claws a flare;
Oh! How to get rid of this Teddy Bear?
As the bear began attacking, I just couldn’t help but asking
Why my teddy hated me, while I fended off assaults
Of flying claws and paws of fury, and glass eyes so full of flame.
I tore that little bear to pieces and realized to my exalt
That I could go to sleep at last, but first I say to you beware:
Of Teddy Bears with vicious flairs and not a
Care but your despair.
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