He's just a pink teddy bear
no, not black or brown
he rides his stuffed white unicorn
when he comes into town

He parks himself at the bar
and drinks his root beer down
pushes his hat, back on his brow
and never makes a sound

Yeah, he's silent and he's furry
his eyes of glass, gaze round
pizza for his supper
smile sewed, reversed frown

Spurs are just for show
he's not into mixing nouns
he'll be sure, not to let you know
just when he'll be around

So tell him happy birthday
and know that he's not bound
no thoughts and lines to mutter
teddy of few words, but, of great renown