These fluffy, furry comforters
Are not just for the tiny.
Who can resist their fuzzy ears;
their eyes so round and shiny?
They listen to our tales of woe
And never will reject us,
Or judge us for our faults. It seems
Our teddy bears protect us.
When flesh and blood assault our souls
With harsh words or indifference
These little woolly entities
Can make a world of difference.
But can they utter kindly words
Or soothe our brows, console us?
They can't return the loving glance
Their eyes are empty, soulless.
So teddies, yes, you have your place
I'd never vote to ban you.
But give me people any day;
You teddies can't speak, can you?