You know all the answers Teddy but you never tell me the questions
I am not happy here Teddy, have you any good suggestions.
Why do mummy and daddy go out so such
Leaving us with Uncle Joe …. he smells and I hate his touch.
Sitting here Teddy, sipping tea by candle light I feel so unsure.
I love being here Teddy just me and you together here sitting on the floor.
I can hear him moving around downstairs, what shall we do if he knocks on our door.
Shall we go to bed Teddy and pretend we are asleep,we could hide under the sheets.
I don’t like him Teddy he hurts me so,
I can’t tell anyone, he says mummy and Daddy don’t need to know.
He calls me his little pleasure angel his cuddly ball of joy
I don’t like those names, I hate his games and I do not like his” toy.”
Time for us to go to bed Teddy, time for us to sleep.
I shall cuddle you Teddy , please protect me if into this room he creeps.
I have got the bread knife , I know to use it,I am not allowed
But, Teddy I hate his games so I shall cut his “Toy” off as it stands out proud.
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