I'm a little girl and six years old
I died but I've been very brave
because I knew my teddybear
was sitting up there on my grave

But now I feel so cold and strange
I've never felt this way before
'cause someone stole my teddybear
I don't have Teddy anymore

So every night I'll go and search
until I find the guilty one
the sneak who took my little friend
will soon regret what has been done

And then I'll take my Teddy back
and the crook will be my slave
and slowly we'll walk hand in hand
back to the graveyard and my grave

The parents find an empty bed
become hysterical with grief
and even the police don't know
what happened to their little thief

There are headlines in the news
it's talked about on tv shows
what could have happened
to that child?
And I'm the only one who knows