The manner of measles When new. They said, “If he freezles In draughts and in breezles, Then PHTHEEZLES May even ensue.”
Christopher Robin Got up in the morning, The sneezles had vanished away. And the look in his eye Seemed to say to the sky, “ Now, how to amuse them today? ”
Binker
Binker—what I call him—is a secret of my own, And Binker is the reason why I never feel alone. Playing in the nursery, sitting on the stair, Whatever I am busy at, Binker will be there. Oh, Daddy is clever, he’s a clever sort of man, And Mummy is the best since the world began, And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan— But they can’t See Binker. Binker’s always talking, ’cos I’m teaching him to speak: He sometimes likes to do it in a funny sort of squeak, And he sometimes likes to do it in a hoodling sort of roar… And I have to do it for him ’cos his throat is rather sore. Oh, Daddy is clever, he’s a clever sort of man, And Mummy knows all that anybody can, And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan— But they don’t Know Binker. Binker’s brave as lions when we’re running in the park; Binker’s brave as tigers when we’re lying in the dark; Binker’s brave as elephants. He never, never cries… Except (like other people) when the soap gets in his eyes.
Oh, Daddy is Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of man, And Mummy is as Mummy as anybody can,
