Pitter platter on the plate
Pondered peter while he ate
Sir will be here very late
No one but Mr.teddy

Mama madam makes me mad
Dancing with him, instead of dad
You will be punished if you are sad
Except by Mr. Teddy

Biltrum the buttler butters my bread
Then he pats me on my head
But then he says to go to bed
With my Mr. Teddy

Tippy tozy up the top
No one here except my pop
I wish he could do his little hop
With me and Mr. Teddy

So soft and soundly I drift to sleep
Careful not to make a peep
I will be a quiet little sheep
And so will Mr. Teddy

Teddy whispers in my ear
Things I really dont want to hear
He likes to collect all my tears
Im scared of Mr. Teddy

He has such dark big red eyes
Butler said he lets me cry
But now I think he is full of lies
But I dont want you to go away Mr. Teddy
Mommy messes with the help
Daddys always by himself
Pop is sick with little health
So its just me and...
That thing