My teddy bear, my teddy bear
you look in quite a mess,
one eye missing, leg torn off,
but still you are the best.
My teddy bear, my teddy bear
oh all that we've been through
both thick and thin, you've always been
my guide, and I thank you.
Now your looking worse for wear,
your getting rather old
I keep you safely locked away
for my children to hold
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