January 2011
I'm the teddy on the dustcart, the mascot of the lads
My mistress's parents threw me out, I wonder if she was sad.
I had been so happy at Christmas years ago.
When I was bought for Ellie, and I had a pretty bow
she cuddled me, and in her bed at night
I would listen to the stories her mother read, of Knights,
princes and princesses all of them so brave.
If Ellie was in danger I'd be there to save
her from the gnomes and wizards. I would fight them all for her
cos I am a bear so big and strong, I would take them to my lair.
During the night when she was asleep I roll down to the floor,
where the toys all come to life and have fun galore.
She had a doll called Tiny Tears she was soft and sweet.
I would sit and hold her hand, her tiny hand, so neat.
I know she liked me being there, I was cuddly and trim,
but cowboy Jim was jealous so I had a fight with him.
The six toy soldiers from the fort desperately tried
to separate us, keep the peace but he would not be denied.
He made use of his lariat to pull me round the room;
I banged my head on the bedpost and my eye caught on a broom.
I couldn't see, my eye had gone I cried out of the other,
please, please don't do this to me. I think I want my mother.
My Ellie child was so upset I didn't look my best
I was taken from her bedroom and slung in with the rest
of broken toys and other toot and put in a box outside.
Where the dustman collected me, and took me for a ride
I did so miss my little friends but I suppose I should be glad
as he saved me going to the tip, but really I am sad.
I get so cold and lonely hung upon this bar
what is there in life for me, then oh, my lucky star
we reached my old house, look, some more toys in a box.
Oh surely that is Tiny Tears, how untidy are her locks;
her pretty dress is grubby her face is dirt too.
Oh tell me what has happened, have you been broken too?
The lads thought it amusing to pin us up together,
the half blind bear and the grubby doll to be with one another.
Why are you here I asked her you don't look broken to me?
Well I didn't count on Barbie in 1973;
she is modern and so glamorous and slim,
with clothes to take her anywhere and such a sexy grin.
I am now old fashioned, redundant, out of date.
Oh not for me I loved you, was prepared to wait
and although this isn't very posh, we'll be here, side by side,
and in more delightful weather as we go through the countryside
it will be like a holiday. So happy was he at last
and off they went contented seeing eye to eye together.