My Teddy Bear Fell Out the Bed
I have an awful sense of dread,
When I wake up and of my ted
I cannot see a single shred:
My teddy bear fell out the bed!
I look down to the floor and stare,
And on the carpet is my bear.
My little teddy lying there,
His four limbs pointing to the air.
I lift him back up from the floor,
And tuck him into bed once more,
Then kiss the bear that I adore,
And cuddle him and start to snore.
When I wake up and of my ted
I cannot see a single shred:
My teddy bear fell out the bed!
I look down to the floor and stare,
And on the carpet is my bear.
My little teddy lying there,
His four limbs pointing to the air.
I lift him back up from the floor,
And tuck him into bed once more,
Then kiss the bear that I adore,
And cuddle him and start to snore.
This poem is copyright (©) Kellett Rice Holt 2026
About the Writer
Kellett Rice Holt
Kellett works with reports and spreadsheets by day, but her heart belongs to the land of fairytales and make-believe. She loves writing children’s poetry, and wants to encourage everyone to find childlike joy in the world around them. You can find her searching for dragons in the clouds above Yorkshire.
