Miss Tilly is my favorite bear She’s only four inches tall. My friends prefer larger bears, They say Miss Tilly is too small. But I take her everywhere, She’s no trouble at all. She can sleep in a bed or chair Or in my purse when we are at the mall. She likes to tell stories at night, At night when everything’s dark. She has to get her stories right To know where to start. She wants to meet the Easter Bunny And Fairies pretty and bright, Clowns that are sad and funny, And touch stars out of sight. She said she saw a leprechaun Counting all his gold, And three little elves in town All are getting sold. She’d like to be a little creature And ride on a butterfly’s wing. Or be a beautiful opera star ‘Cause she dearly likes to sing. She’d like to ride in Santa’s sleigh, If he’d give her a ride. And try to catch a shooting comet While sitting at his side. Halloween gives her the chance To be someone she’s not. She can be a ballerina and dance Or a witch stirring a pot. One of her fondest stories Is to sleep in a bed of flowers. There she’s in all her glory Like the princess in the towers. She can go on and on (it seems) But who’s to say we can’t hold on And cherish all our dreams? And yes! She is a little bear Just four inches tall. But she is my best friend And I love her most of all. |