Teddy, I've been bad again,
My mommy told me so,
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew she was mad,
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be good,
And do just what she said,
I cleaned my room all by my self,
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 awful 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.

And I don't think my mommy means
To hit me quite so hard,
I guess sometimes grown-ups forget
How really big they are.

So, Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear,
Then you could help me to find a way,
To tell mommies everywhere.

Please try hard to understand,
How sad it makes us feel,
Cause 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,
So Good-Night, Teddy Bear.

Author: Cindy Pike Dunning