In the meadow where the sunbeams play, A picnic spread in the warmest ray, A teddy bear, a sight to see, But beneath his fur, a sinister decree. He's a serial killer, a twisted soul, His victims' screams, he'll never console, With chains and lust, his dark desires, Innocence lost, his victims' fires. The teddy bear's picnic, a scene so serene, But beneath the surface, a sinister scene, A twisted tale, a dark design, Of a killer bear, his lust to entwine. He'll lure his victims with a smile so sweet, A picnic blanket, a place to meet, But once they're trapped, his true self revealed, A monster in disguise, his lust concealed. The chains will bind, the fear will rise, As the teddy bear's true nature materializes, A pornographic killer, a twisted fate, His victims' screams, he'll never abate. So beware the teddy bear's picnic, A scene of innocence, a facade so specific, For beneath the surface, a sinister plan, A killer bear, with lust in his hand.