Usually
They tip the scale around 16 ounces,
Give or take the arranger’s draft,
To please the owner’s scheme
In plush colors changed
from brown to black.
The sun opened and closed its eyes,
And one hundred years capped the horizon,
Since life for him was spared
And compassion pierced the heart
Of a hunter.
The news traveled so fast.
His fame showcased his past.
A cartoonist started the plot
In newspapers that were bought.
This hunter’s memento grew in demand
By a candy store maker
sewed with her hand.
The price was just fine
Everywhere-ones standing in line
To Own
(“this fuzzy-eared,”
“buttoned-eyed,”
“elongated-arms”)
Bundle of fuss
That made crying young ones hush.
He delighted their hearts of young
Sister, daughter, brother, son
Some wore buttons in one ear
They grew in popularity every year.
A toy company was erected
Their reputation was quite broad
All children’s lives were affected
From this hunting trip with roots so odd.
A chief executive spared his prey.
His prey found life in children’s hearts at play.
His prey The Teddy Bear.
The chief executive... Theodore Roosevelt. |
