Whenever I walk in a London stree
I’m ever so careful to watch my fe
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It’s flying from somewhere

Lords of the Nursery
Wait in a row,
Five on the high wall,
And four on the low;
Big Kings and Little Kings,

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight

I had a penny,
A bright new penny,
I took my penny
To the market square.
I wanted a rabbit,

Christopher Robin
Had wheezles
And sneezles,
They bundled him
Into

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle P
A little black nothing of feet and
And by-and-by, when his eyes came
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo
And all that he learned he learned

Christopher Robin goes
Hoppity, hoppity,
Hoppity, hoppity, hop.
Whenever I tell him
Politely to stop it, he

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