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Sweet Land of Teddy Bears
I dream a dream of
teddy bears
Button eyes that pen no tears
Sweet hearts, as pure as cotton
a graceful peace
the world's forgotten
A ground abound with booming
dreams
where greyhounds run through trickling streams
Enchanted lands where lovers
play
and dance about a fashioned way
A golden land of looby
galoots
A holy land of mucker lubbers
Where the happiest Mucker Lubber
reigns as King
and rubs their furry bellies while they sing
A good old king - is Mucker Lubber
a looby galoot of golden color
happy and buoyant like his mother
And in the land of mucker lubbers
there are looby galoots
of every color
But King Mucker Lubber wants no tax
because all the little bears
would have to break their backs
And in the land of teddy bears
smiles are the currency
and that’s why there’s ain’t no worries, see!
And none of the little looby bears
hoard their smiles
and that’s why there ain’t no bank for miles
And good ole King Mucker Lubber
only has one rule
and it's never enforced from a golden stool
But Mucker Lubber has a stutter
so his Golden Rule is
“Lub your Neighbor – Lub, lub your Brudder”
So hand in hand they all embrace
every fur of every race
with smiles, as the currency
and that’s why there’s no worries, see!
For this is the Sweet land
of Teddy Bears
where Choo-choo trains run in pairs
Poverty – Hunger – War
and Crime
Hoe-De-Hoe kids – It’s just a rhyme
But as for me, I always
pine
to be among them all the time
Here, in the Sweet Land of
Teddy Bears
where button eyes pen no tears
