On the corner of the street
Next to the Haberdashery shop
Near the newsagents where dad gets his papers
Where I walk with him and skip and hop
There lies old Sally’s Antique shop
That sells all sorts of brick-a-brack
Aunt Sally can sell you anything
She really has the knack
All sorts of wares are on display
Mainly junk it looks to me
But I love when Dad takes us in there
It’s like Aladdin’s Cave you see
Its seems to go back through the shop
For miles and miles to a little one like me
As I walk amongst the things on show
There’s such a lot to see
One day I spied an old Rag Doll
Alongside a Teddy Bear battered and worn
And I asked my dad if I could take them home
Holding teddy’s arm which was badly torn
Brought memories flooding in
Of a child in the war walking the street
Holding him by the arm
I wonder what happened to that child
For now in my toy room he will go
And I will make him a coat
Fill the holes with stuffing
Because I really love him
That’s a fact I thank my dad
But late that night I was half a sleep
I swore he was singing
And moved but the song I never knew
I tried to tell dad
But he said what a strange imagination you have
Over the days when I went out to play
I visited the haberdashery to say
Do you know were the bear came from
Aunt Sally I asked but she was wondering where my dad was
All she could tell me was
It belonged to the boy in a great big house
But he had been killed in the war
And the song I heard was his favourite as a child
So on this day I plucked up the courage
And knocked on the door
There stood a man ten feet tall
Hello can I help you he said
So I explained but when he saw my teddy tears ran down his cheek
Little girl you are so sweet
Christopher loved this bear
Like pooh did his honey he would not part from it
For love or money
But on the day he got killed
I couldn’t stand to see it
So in Aunt Sally’s shop it has been buried
And now a young girl has made him like new
I’m so pleased for you
You can bring him in for tea
But did you know he sings
But like magic he stops
Because grown ups can’t hear
Just special children with a gift
Did you buy the rag doll as well?
Be carful she has magic powers
You see my son was a magician
With magic spells
He would play for hours
With his talking friends some alive some dead
So be careful when you wish
It will sometimes come true