Teddy, I've been bad again, My Mommy told me so; I'm not quiet sure what I did wrong, But I thought that you might know. When I woke up this morning, I knew that she was mad; ‘Cause she was crying awfully hard, And yelling at my dad. I tried my best to be real good, And do just what she said; I cleaned my room all by myself, And I even made my bed. But I spilled milk on my good shirt When she yelled at me to hurry; And I guess she didn't hear me, When I told her I was sorry. ‘Cause she hit me awfully hard, you see, And called me funny names; And told me I was really bad, And I should be ashamed! When I said, "I love you, Mommy," I guess she didn't understand; ‘Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth. Or I'd get smacked again. So I came up here to talk to you, Please tell me what to do; ‘Cause I really love my Mommy, And I know she loves me, too. I don't think my Mommy means To hit me quite so hard; I guess sometimes, grown-ups forget. How big they really are! So Teddy, I wish you were real, And you weren't just a bear; Then you could help me find a way To tell Mommy's everywhere. So please try hard to understand How sad it makes us feel; The outside pain soon goes away, But the inside never heals! And if we could make them listen, Maybe then they'd understand; So other children just like me, Wouldn't have to hurt again. But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight, And pretend the pain's not there; I know you 'd never hurt me, I love you ... So Goodnight ...Teddy Bear! ~ Cindy Pike Dunning ~
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