A little girl,  already an assiduous churchgoer,   possessed a teddy with a rather pronounced squint.   The beast,  as she was wont to tell everyone,   rejoiced in the curious name   'Gladly'.

On being asked why on earth she had fixed on such a moniker,  she replied, 'Well, it's the right name for my kind of teddy - we sing about him quite often in church'.

This reply had the listeners nonplussed, until she quoted the line of the hymn in question: "Gladly, my cross-eyed bear".