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As the cauldron boiled beneath my bed, Ghosts hovered above my head. My bear courageously protected me, From creaks and hauntings I could not see. The lights I turned out warily, And leaped into bed precariously. An owl would cry in the yard, While my bear, steadfastly, stood on guard. Now I've grown, and have wed. I no longer fear what's under my bed. My bear has grown old and tired. I've dusted him off, and had him re-wired. And now, I give him to you, my child, To protect against things scary and wild.