Freaky bears

When I'm alone I often stare

For hours and hours at Teddy Bear

And try to think what happens to

The bears whose faces 'wouldn't do'.

I've heard a lady at the factory

Picks bears who aren't quite satisfactory

But then, once picked, are they re-sewn

Or is there somewhere a Bears' Home

For handicapped and crippled bears

Or bears just suffering from tears?

And if there is, please can I go

To visit them, perhaps to sew

Them up, and make them just like new

And maybe just keep one or two?

I'd love them all; an ugly bear

Needs much more love and much more care.

So please don't rip them all apart

For in the kapok there's a heart

And they must suffer awful anguish

Left on the factory shelf to languish.

I'm coming bears, to rescue you

And put you in my freak bears' zoo...