Climbing on a Scrap mound
Of trinkets and old knickknacks
And Sitting on the top spot
Gazing up above the sky patch
Teddy Bear dreams upon a day
That he’ll play, with his friend
And he’ll never be sad again
Because Teddy Bear will find a happy end
And Teddy Bear ventures
From ice islands to emerald lands
Searching for a pen pal
With warm hearts and gentle hands
And he braves the tough world
Knowing that one day soon
That they’ll be game to play all day
And someone special to plat with like you
And he Watches shooting stars
Leaving trails that twinkle gold
Chasing after wishes
With a handkerchief to hold
Teddy Bear braves the dark waiting for the day not long away
That he’ll find hands to hold, it’s true
Because me and Teddy Bear are the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem