My Little Guy

He’s with me when I sleep,

He’s with me when I weep.

I know where every stain is,

I know where every pain is.

Six long years he’s been in my bed,

Six long years he’s been my little ted.

His body all chocolate brown.

His cream and stained face, feet, and hands.

His hair is blonde and strong.

Every day in every way he’s with me.

He shared my first bit of doubt,

When I was overseas day in and day out.

He is my little ted,

And he lies on my bed