Poem about my daughters comfort teddy, Henry.

Henry is my bedtime bud.

He snuggles up to me real good.

He keeps me warm and safe at night.

Until we see the morning light.

He sometimes tells me what to do,

but I’ll just throw him at my shoe.

I pick him up again at night,

because I don’t want no big fright.

Henry is my bedtime bud.

He snuggles up to me real good.

He sneaks around when I’m not there.

I often find him on the chair.

He try’s to hide from my mum.

But he has a very big bum.

Henry is my bedtime bud.

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