Bring Me The Head of Teddy Bear
Bring me the head of Teddy Bear…
Roast his body and make it rare.
(The Queen of Toys was having a bad day.)
Ted was guilty of being, “just too cute”.
A beguiling attitude in a three piece suit.
(The Queen was offended and Ted would have to pay.)
Seized at home, while still in bed,
The Queen’s guard was sent to make him dead.
(“Terminate him quickly, with no delay!”)
With the sands of sleep still in his eye,
Teddy broke down and began to cry.
(What words of apology could he say?)
The executioners were unmoved by his sobs…
They had been sent on similar jobs.
(Their expertise would shine today.)
A farewell kiss for Mama bear…
The soldiers pulled Ted by his golden hair.
(To a dark and foreboding alleyway.)
Given a moment to say a prayer,
To his knees dropped Teddy Bear.
(Could it be that all would end in sad dismay?)
Ted always thought himself a winner.
How could he become the good Queen’s dinner?
(Was this a cruel game he was being forced to play?)
No, this wasn’t jest… no fun was intended…
The end of a life, once so splendid.
(The guards had no words of comfort to say.)
Their sword rose up… the end was swift.
All because the Queen was miffed.
(Ted’s head now decorated a silver tray.)
There was a party held that night
And Teddy’s head was the central sight.
(The last time his cuteness would be on display.)
Ted’s life was over… it had ceased
And now began the royal feast.
(A fine time was had at the festival gay.)
I guess it’s true that life’s not fair…
That happy endings are often rare.
(Poor Teddy learned this lesson the hard way.)
(End)