Looks with melancholy from the window of her room,
Hopes to see him striding down the path,
Needs to have him hold her as he wipes away her gloom,
He knows just how to make his daughter laugh.
Teddy had been naughty so she’d thrown him on the floor,
Saw the buttons fly and stitches break,
Shed her tears while thinking of the punishment in store,
The thought of it was more than she could take.
There, at last he’s coming she can see him on the way,
Picks up teddy finds the buttons two,
When he sees her teddy now she wonders what he’ll say
Will he fix it with her hand held paper glue?
“Where’s my darling daughter?” she can hear him at the door
Looks at broken teddy by her side,
For a change she’s silent as she creeps across the floor
Tempted now to run away and hide.
Daddy enters quickly and he gives a cheery call
Sees his girl in tears standing still
Puzzled asked the question, “Did your teddy take a fall?”
Tries to hold her tears but lacks the will.
Daddy takes his daughter dear enfolds her in his arm
Carries her and teddy to his den,
There repairs the teddy and restores it’s former charm
And now has daughter smiling once again.
Are you going to punish me for breaking teddy bear?
A fearful face upon this little elf
Daddy hugs and kisses her, “Would that be really fair?”
Tears are surely punishment itself.
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