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Once upon a time there were three… Who didn’t wear stockings, and the… But they all had handkerchiefs to… And they kept their handkerchiefs… And they lived in forest in three…
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 Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other’s hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we’ve thought about a thi…
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere
I met a Man as I went walking: We got talking, Man and I. ‘Where are you going to, Man?’ I… (I said to the Man as he went by)…
What is the matter with Mary Jane… She’s crying with all her might an… And she won’t eat her dinner– rice… What is the matter with Mary Jane… What is the matter with Mary Jane…
In days of peace my fellow-men Rightly regarded me as more like A Bishop than a Major-Gen., And nothing since has made me warl… But when this agelong struggle end…
Where the water-lilies go To and fro, Rocking in the ripples of the wate… Lazy on a leaf lies the Lake King… And the faint winds shake her.
There are lions and roaring tigers… and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There’s a sort of a tiny potamus,
Jonathan Jo Has a mouth like an 'O’ And a wheelbarrow full of surprise… If you ask for a bat, Or for something like that,
Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he
I had a penny, A bright new penny, I took my penny To the market square. I wanted a rabbit,
Little Boy kneels at the foot of… Droops on the little hands little… Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! Christopher Robin is saying his p… God bless Mummy. I know that’s ri…
Here I go up in my swing Ever so high. I am the King of the fields, and… Of the town. I am the King of the earth, and t…
Between the woods the afternoon Its fallen in a golden swoon, The sun looks down from quiet skie… To where a quiet water lies, And silent trees stoop down to the…