Teddy Bear

You sit on the end of my bed,
as quiet as a mouse,
until the evening fades away
and darkness roams about.

Then his finger moves,
his hand and then his leg.
Then got right up
and moved about
and jumped right off my bed.

He tip-toed out my room,
too silent for us to catch.
Then he made a booming noise
for everyone to hear.

We all came speeding out,
wondering who was there.
Then we saw a broken vase,
and standing there was my bear.