This one 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 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 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 Mommies everywhere.
To please try hard to understand.
How sad
