All the teddy bears gathered around,
And settled into a huddle.
A secret meeting this certainly was,
To deal with a certain trouble.
They talked long into the unsettled night
About how to end a life.
And, thus, a dolorous plan was hatched
To kill young Billy Fife.
Billy was a lively lad
Who was at the age of six.
Spent his days in the town
Playing many mean old tricks.
Yes, Billy was an evil child,
(Spare a thought for the mother!)
A boy who knew just what was right,
But went and did the other!
Thus, the teddy bears went to hunt.
To slay the loathsome child,
One had a knife, another an axe,
Their retribution not mild.
For young Billy Fife, of evil bent,
Did store his toys most oddly,
For pinned to the wall was a bear quite small,
With its eyes all bulged and oggly.
Pinned, do you ask? Yes, believe what I say.
A carving knife was the method!
Because of this the teddies marched on,
With their murderous rage untethered.
Poor Billy Fife, asleep in his bed,
With the teddy bears 'round him, many.
Each of them had their chosen weapon
Unsheathed and at the ready.
The order was given by a tattered old brown,
To unleash their collective might,
To slay the boy, who stabbed poor teddy,
With all their hate and spite!
So ended the life of poor, young Billy.
For the beyond he now readies.
Nevermore shall he plague the world
By nailing defenceless teddies.