Ali

Ali,
your'e my favorite,
your'e my favorite one to hug,
your'e my favorite one to kiss,
your'e my favorite one to snug,
you're my favorite one to miss

I remember the day I got you,
Almost on a shelf,
With tons of twin brothers,
I looked and looked,
Until I found you,
Clotted and crowded was the shelf,
So I noticed some bears needed help,
A small group of bears,
Just like youself,
Were piled on the floor,
Then I saw you Ali,
With the marks,
Of a footstep,
A step that stepped on you,
You're eye was popped out,
and your'e tail was almost ripped

You see now,
I could have choosen a nice perfect clean bear,
Or that poor stepped-on one over there,
And so I picked you up,
Dusted you off,
And the battle began

Mommy, mommy please,
please-o-please?,
Why can't you see,
He's just perfect for me,
He's soft and cute

Honey,
Why this one,
The one with a tear,
That poor little bear,
You know what,
Why not

Oh thank you very much,
I'll name him Ali,
Ali,
Ali,
Ali, you're my favorite

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