Teddy, I've been bad again, My Mommy told me so; I'm not quite 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 awful 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, 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 find a way. To tell Mommies every where.
To please try hard to understand. How sad it makes us feel; Cause the outside pain soon goes a way, 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 Goodnight, Teddy Bear...
