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(Tiddly Pom) The more it goes (Tiddly Pom) The more it goes (Tiddly
Pom) On snowing.
And nobody knows (Tiddly Pom) How cold my
toes (Tiddly Pom) How cold my toes (Tiddly Pom) Are
growing.
The more it snows (Tiddly Pom) The more it goes (Tiddly
Pom) The more it goes (Tiddly Pom) On snowing.
And nobody
knows (Tiddly Pom) How gold my toes (Tiddly Pom) How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom) Are growing.
It's a very funny thought that, if bears were bees, They'd build
nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so (if the bees were
bears) We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.
How sweet to be a cloud Floating in the blue! Every little
cloud Always sings aloud.
How sweet to be a cloud Floating in the
Blue! It makes him very proud To be a little cloud.
HOPPITY
christopher_robin goes Hoppity, Hoppity, Hoppity, Hoppity,
Hop Whenever i tell him Politely to stop it, he Say's he can't possibly
stop. If he stopped hopping, he couldn't go anywhere, Poor little
Christopher Couldn't go anywhere... That's why he always goes Hoppity,
Hoppity, Hoppity, Hoppity, Hop.
FURRY BEAR
If I were a bear, And a big bear too, I shouldn't much care If
it froze or snew; I shouldn't much mind If it snowed or friz-- I'd be
all fur-lined With a coat like his!
For i'd have fur boots and a brown
fur wrap, And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap. I'd have a fur
muffle-ruff to cover my jaws. And brown fur mittens on my big brown
paws. With a big brown furry-down up to my head, I'd sleep all the winter
in a big fur bed.
LINES AND SQUARES
Whenever I walk in a London street, I'm ever so careful to watch my
feet; And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at
the corners all ready to eat The sillies who tread on the lines of the
street, Go back to their lairs, And I say to them, "Bears, just look
how i'm walking in all the squares!"
And the little bears growl to each
other, "He's mine, As soon as he's silly and steps on a line." And some of
the bigger bears try to pretend That they came round the corner to look for a
friend; And they try to pretend that nobody cares Whether you walk on the
lines or squares. But only the sillies believe the talk; It's ever so
portant how you walk. And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears, just
watch me walking in all the squares!"
THE END
When I was one, I had just begun.
When I was Two, I was
nearly new.
When I was three, I was hardly me.
When I was
four, I was not much more.
When I was five, I was just alive.
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