Billy the Bear he had no hair,
as bald as bald could be.
And never mind that he's half blind,
with but one eye to see.
His nose is broke his voice a croak,
his arms and legs quite weak.
but that's okay you'd hear him say,
if only he could speak.
Cause though he's old he's never cold,
not tucked up next to me.
he's kissed good night and cuddled tight,
and loved so thoroughly.
Thought it was time to pen something sweet. But one eye is a play on button eye