He doesn’t have clothes, like Rupert,

Doesn’t jive like big Baloo,

He doesn’t go funny, for shed loads of honey,

Like tummy-led Winnie the Pooh.

Not Paddington, named for a station,

Unlike Yogi he isn’t smart,

He just isn’t Okey, like woodsman Smokey,

Can’t act like the thespian Bart.

Not fit, like a bear from Chicago,

Not wise like the wondrous Bear Grylls

And this little fellow

Unlike Fozzie ain’t yellow

But he does have the cure to all ills.

His name’s Hopeful, it isn’t Barney,

He travels wherever I roam,

At the end of the day, I am always OK,

Because wherever HE is, is home.