Biff, The Friendly Purple Bear

Lyrics

Now, I was a play horse you pull with a string On wheels where my legs should be And he was the boy who pulled the toy Around the treehouse tree For the longest time there was just us two The boy and the horse, that was me Until the day the purple bear Came to live in the treehouse tree Well, it was early one spring, I was tied by my string In a field of the make-believe farm When around the house, the boy and the bear Came marching arm in arm "This is Biff", said the boy to me "He's the friendly purple bear" And Biff stooped down and stroked my mane With a paw of purple hair "Biff has come to stay", said the boy "And pretend with me and you And he can do anything that a boy and a toy Believe purple bears can do" And taking the cue, Biff bowed from the waist Then leaped and clicked his heels Then down to the ground in three somersaults That ended in four cartwheels He whirled and twirled, and stood on his head The boy giggled and slapped his side And I laughed so hard, that wooden tears Rolled out of my painted eyes So Biff came to stay in the treehouse tree And long days came without end For the boy and the toy and the purple bear And serious games of pretend Like the cowboy game with the boy as sheriff And Biff as the bandit king That always ended with all the outlaws In the jail with a long rope swing And the great pony race, that lasted for days Around the flower bed Ah... that was a tough one, but lucky for us I won by a wooden head And the day we entered the pirates' cove Beneath the bush on the alley side Biff with the sword, and paper hat And a patch across the purple eye Well, there was always a danger of outlaws Or Indians, or creatures from outer space And without the courage of the three of us We might have lost the whole place But we were bound by the code of the musketeers And such golden hours were shared By the freckle-faced boy and the wooden horse toy And Biff the purple bear But as summer's passed, the boy grew taller And his voice took a strange new ring And his visits were few to the treehouse tree And never to the long rope swing Biff the purple bear grew sad As he climbed down the treehouse tree He shook his head, "I'm afraid" he said "He's forgotten you and me It seems, oh wooden friend of mine We outlasted his boyhood years" Then he turned and was gone across the lawn In a trail of purple tears Now I've been put to pasture in the old treehouse But at times I've seen from afar Strange tall boy who mows the lawn And tinkers about his old car But just today I looked past the house And down the sidewalk, I swear Came a new little boy with a wooden horse toy Followed by a purple bear