Mr. Fuzzles

I call you, Mother
You call me, Sir
Mr. Fuzzles
The Teddy
At the foot of your bed.
I'm a constant,
Since you were young
But, I don't age
And I've smelt of the closet
Since day one.
And there you keep me, now
That you've "Moved On"
Because, Teddies are for children
And you're a "Big Girl".
You use the "Big Girl" toilet
And the "Big Girl" bed
And, you do your hair yourself
Like a "Big Girl".
I call you, Mother
You called me, Sir
Mr. Fuzzles
The Teddy
At the foot of your bed.
You've "Moved On"
You've "Grown Up"
But me, I'm made of stuffing
And I won't change.