Day one, Little Susie is packing her clothes
At night she tells me how excited she is
Day two, she goes shopping with her mom
At night I wonder what kind of gift she gives
Day three, the bus is here... yet so am I
Little Susie grabs her bag, and gives me a kiss on the cheek
I sit there on the bed wondering why I’m still here
The answer to this question I must seek
Day four, Susie is still gone
Not a trace of her childish songs in the air
Day five, I am miserable
And she hasn’t been around anywhere
Day six, she’s still gone?
Why, oh why hasn’t she came back
I must remove myself from the dresser
I will pack my stuffing and our favorite book in my little sack
Day seven, I was too afraid to go
What if she comes back while I am gone?
I must protect our little song
For she is my little fawn
Day eight, her mother is on the phone
My beloved friend is coming tomorrow!
Oh my, I must look my best
So I can give her my hugs to which she can’t say no
Day nine, I hear the bus
Susie’s mother runs to her and pats her hair
Little Susie runs to me and says, “I missed you so much!”
A hug, and a kiss, “I missed you too!” said the bear