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.

His ears chewed like baby food
and stained with pen and paint
torn off sewn on and fitted wrong
But doesn't he look quaint

His stuffing sags he's lost his tags
he's patches made of cloth
his right arms new his left leg too
as his kept falling off

But don't feel sad for see he's had
a lifetime of my care
he waits all day for us to play
me and my teddy bear

For 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.