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O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes–do you wonder why You’ve slept such a long, long while? As you lay so still in the cupboard dim, And you heard on the roof the rain, Were you thinking… what has become of ''him? And when will he play again?

Do you sometimes long for a chubby hand, And a voice so sweetly shrill? O Teddy Bear! don’t you understand Why the house is awf’ly still? You sit with your muzzle propped on your paws, And your whimsical face askew.