The Thread

I came to this family when things was going wrong.
The days were so upsetting and the nights were sometimes long.
But I was stuffed and stitched and fluffed and had a job to do.
To keep my mom and girl from harm and help their dreams come true.
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’Cause Lambie is the softest when you’re lonely.
And fuzzy arms are kinder as they fray.
Love’s the thread that holds us all together.
And together…’til the bad stuff goes away.
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Sometimes my girl and me, we’d talk long through night.
Of picture books and young boy looks and telling wrong from right.
And when it’s hard to understand what moms want us to do
We give ourselves a fuzzy hug and always make it through.

And now my arms are tattered and my stuffing’s almost gone.
My stitches are unraveling. Been loved for so, so long.
But watching you and mom today, I think you’ll make it fine.
But no matter where you go you know the pleasure was all mine.