Table-leg Jungle is dark and still, There's snakes in the Carpet Glade, And lions and tigers on Sofa Hill, But I'm never a bit afraid. My dog, I know, is a trusty brute, And I've got a gun that'll really shoot. Once there was Indians under the bed, But I hunted 'em all away; There's elephants hiding there now instead— They're perfectly safe to-day, 'Cause I'm near the cavern of Easy-Chair, And I scent the track of a Teddy Bear! If I was like nurse or like baby Sis, What never has fired a gun, I guess I would n't be brave as this! They'd both of 'em cry and run. But I'll stalk him down and I'll shoot him through, And I'll make him into a Teddy-stew. |