Winnie The Pooh |
| by Joey |
I want to tell you about Winnie the Pooh.
When I squeeze his tummy, he goes dumdududoo.
I play with him, all night and day.
He is my favorite, even though it is strange
For a boy my age to spend time with a bear.
But I can't resist, he has such cute fuzzy hair.
My Mommy says I am too old, and maybe she is right -
But nothing will make me stop.
I will put up a fight
To keep my Winnie the Pooh doll close to my heart :o)
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