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 my 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 she 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 everywhere.

        To please try hard to understand, How sad is makes us feel;

       Cause the outside pain soon goes away, 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!