On top of my wardrobe is a land of mystery,
Teddy bears lurking from all parts of history,
Old ones, new ones,
Scruffy ones, blue ones,
Horses, cats, they're all up there,
On top of my wardrobe, I won't blame you if you stare,
At night time they are watching,
Over me, beady eyes making me cringe,
I toss and sweat,
Turn, as the eyes threat,
On top of my wardrobe is a dusty wooden surface,
Where old teddies have been put at a memorable pace.
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