Ev’rybody says they’re sweet
but . . . my teddy bear growls.
He doesn’t hibernate . . .
too often aggravates.
His claws, sharp as arrows,
piece my flesh, they burrow.
His brown fur is matted;
his hunger compounded.
Yes . . . my teddy bear growls.

Every one has their favorite . . .
but . . . my teddy bear growls.
He is used, been passed ‘round;
I’m the third love he’s found.
He relishes honey . . .
but seldom is funny.
He wallows in his den . . .
seldom lets a soul in.
Yes . . . my teddy bear growls.

Ev’rybody wants to cuddle
but . . . my teddy bear growls.
He prefers things his way . . .
to ev’ryone’s dismay.
A self-centered, big bear,
he’s not learned how to care.
Wish he were all fluffy
‘cause bear is too stuffy.
Yes . . . my teddy bear growls.