Cuddles will please him
But don’t poke that bear…
You may tickle his paws
He won’t extend his claws
But don’t poke that bear…
He may seem so stuffy
So incredibly fluffy
But don’t poke that bear…
His eyes intensely staring
He loves your kind caring
But don’t poke that bear…
His ears are so upright
He’s staid, toffy, uptight
But don’t poke that bear…
At night while you’re dreaming
He’s silently screaming
Please poke that bear…
His secret I’ll tell you
Please listen well too
You may poke that bear…
Because if you do
This fun will ensue
So poke that bear, beware…
Poke that big teddy bear
Right in his fat tummy
Get ready for fun dear…
He’ll wake from his deep sleep
Rumble from his deep inner
You’ll find he’s a grinner…
And when the room tumbles
His fluff with escape
In the greatest big puff…
Watch as his eyes fly open
His paws will be groping
To tickle you right back…
Together you’ll tumble
Rolling around with such glee
Please believe me you’ll see…
I know cos I’ve tried it
Though I’ve tried to avoid it
Even I cannot hide it…
Though I’m old and grey
I have had my day but
This fun still lingers inside of me!
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