The Lonely Bear
a lonely bear sits upon my dresser there he look at me and cry nothing but fur be on his bare coat a stuffed heart lie next to him and make him awful sad during the winter he be very cold for nothing but short fuzzy hair be upon his handstitched coat he be very soft and friendly but be lonely he wear nothing just a dusty dirty scarf that be a cold a a witcha's heart but one afternoon my little sister spot him a look look a she say to me i let her hold him just one time and now the lonely bear isna't lonely anymore