(btw, ignore my voice. I'm saying:
sweetie, come give me a kiss. (in dutch))
There's a little polar bear living in my house.
She has the whitest and softest coat you'll ever see
and she ought to be awake when we are all dreaming,
but this little one likes to keep me company when I'm
having breakfast or when I come home from school.
She lives in my room and loves to explore the dust landscapes
underneath my old closet and the pink depths of my bed.
I whisper all my secrets in her tiny black ears, her tiny lovely ears that are still folded when she wakes up.
And sometimes I wet her coat with my salty tears but she never seems to mind,
she gives me little tickling hamster kisses and sometimes a lick on my face.
Her adorable pink paws tripple my way, when I call her name: Jewel.
The most precious little thing I ever owned, or does she own me?
At least one thing is clear, she stole my heart :)