My younger days have left the stage.

I've spent long years now in retreat,

With tired old paws and weary feet

I'm not brand new, nor smart, nor grand,

But once I fitted someone's hand.

And somewhere still, there might just be

A little place that waits for me.

So before the Christmas candles glow,

And winter brings its frost and snow,

I'm hoping someone kind will say:

'Come home, old bear - you're here to stay'.

Measurements: 70cm tall.