Fluff and Ted

Fluff and Ted were there in the dark
when summer was cold
they said don’t grow old
and when each well was dry
our mischief was such comfort

we had pals in other places
Hol and Simba in the girls’ room
old soldiers in the attic
I always spared a dime
on finding one ignored in mine

so plenty of eyes ruled the roost
plenty of faithful allies
and Fluff and Ted were loved for that
‘til like a ragged rocking-horse
the bits fell bit by bit
I loved them all the more for it

Fluff’s on holidays now
the attic I think
he was always a bit grumpy
so I guess that he’s takin’ a break

but Ted’s my little Buddha
reminding me it’s not all work
as he smiles
with a flint in his eyes