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| CLOUD SONG 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. |
| STOUTNESS HUM Tra-la-la, tra-la-la Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum. Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle, Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle, Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um. |
| COTTLESTON PIE Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly. Ask me a Riddle and I reply: Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie. Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleson Pie, A fish can't whistle and neither can I. Ask me a riddle and I reply: Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie. Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, Why does a chicken, I don't know why. Ask me a riddle and I reply: Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie. |
| LINES WRITTEN BY A BEAR OF VERY LITTLE BRAIN On Monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself a lot: "Now is it true, or is it not, "That what is which and which is what?" On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those. On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, And I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who. On Thursday, when it starts to freeze And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees, How very readily one sees That these are whose - but whose are these! On Friday - |
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| CLIMBING THOUGHTS Isn't it funny How a Bear likes honey? Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does? It's a very funny thought, that if Bears were Bees, They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so (if Bees were Bears), We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs. |
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