I Have a Papa Bear
His arms are warm and strong
And when they're wrapped around me
I know I can't be harmed
He's never ever cross
(even when I cry)
He just scoops me in his arms
And dries my teary eyes
I know he's really tough
And he's never ever scared
But with me he's sweet as honey
And tickles me with his beard
And if the storm clouds come
And the thunder's rolling in
I can curl up in his lap
And know I am safe with him
I have a Papa Bear;
The best Papa in the world
And no matter how the years pass
I will always be his bear-cub girl.
Happy Birthday
Love,
Ella & Samantha
Jan 2011
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