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When my daughter was a little girl we used to play a game
It really had no structure and it never had a name
But every time we played it I forgot all of my cares 
And now we always call it the waltz of the teddy bears

We gathered all her animals, the stuffed ones so you know
We’d pretend they sang and danced, it was really quite a show
No matter what the others did the favorite act of all
Was when the teddy bears would waltz at the closing of the ball

These teddies were her favorites and we saved them until last
The silly things we made them do were really quite a blast
I’d make them waltz across the bed dancing with a wiggle
She loved to see them frolic and it always made her giggle

Gradually my daughter grew and the waltzing soon did fade
But I can still remember all the laughter that they made
Those times have passed as all things do but in my memories
The teddy bears still sing and waltz as happy as you please

When my daughter left for college we were cleaning off her shelves
We found her old stuffed teddy bears sitting there all by themselves
I picked them up and took them over to the bed and then
The teddy bears performed their silly waltz for her again  

Very soon we both were laughing and then suddenly she cried
And I couldn’t help but shed a tear no matter how hard I tried  
We both knew that those times we had shared were very dear indeed
And I told her that the bears were here if there should be a need

They’re only worn out teddy bears with the fabric getting rough
But don’t even try to buy them because you haven’t got enough
I have had happy times in life but none of them compares
To the times spent with my daughter and the waltzing teddy bears

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