I may be trapped inside my home, but I have my little mate
He sits upon my bed all day, and even stays up late
It’s almost 40 years he rests, and never moves away
And when it’s time for us to sleep, he doesn’t ever stray
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My friend Ted is a lovely chap, he listens to my woes
And only moves around at night, because I move my toes
Our conversations are limited, until I go to bed
I say good night to my friend, before I rest my head
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So there you go are friendship shines, for another week
I just wish my little friend, was able to shout or speak
He could tell some stories, what happens when I dream
Do I thrash about my bed, with nightmares as I scream?
Your friend Ted would be very wise
to keep your secrets as a surprise,
Your dreams & thoughts are yours alone
he would be a mean old Ted if he let them be known!
to keep your secrets as a surprise,
Your dreams & thoughts are yours alone
he would be a mean old Ted if he let them be known!
I know Heather I’m rubbish!!
Who inhabits someone's special bed.
I'm sure his company is a delight
In this isolation state every night.