In a room painted blue, with stars shining bright, lived a teddy named Tim under the moonlight.

Tim was fluffy and brown, with a little red bow, he sat quietly each night, in a soft teddy row.

When the clock struck twelve, with a ding-dong sound, Tim would wiggle his toes and look around.

Up he would hop, on soft teddy feet, with a bounce and a bob, down the hall so neat.

He'd dance through the house, in a bear ballerina twirl, with a wiggly, giggly, teddy bear swirl.

Through the kitchen he'd go, with a tip and a toe, saying, 'Hello, spoon!' and 'Goodnight, bowl!'

Tim grabbed a toy car, ZOOM ZOOM through the night, he raced down the hallway, with all his might.

He'd climb up high, to the top of the fridge, just like a mountain, with a frosty ridge.

In the living room, he'd rest on the couch, telling adventures to a toy mouse.

As dawn would approach, Tim back to bed, 'Goodnight, little mouse,' he sleepily said.

The sun would rise, with a bright, warm glow, Tim's adventure was over, but no one would know.

When the owner awoke, and hugged Tim so tight, the teddy stayed still, like it was still night.