Lines and
Squares
Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my
feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready
to eat
This sillies who tread on the lines
of the street,
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, "Bears,
Just look how I'm walking in all
the squares!"
And the little bears
growl to each other, "He's
mine,
As soon as he's silly and steps
on a line."
And some of the bigger bears try
to pretend
That they came round the corner
to look for a friend;
And they try pretend that nobody
cares
Whether you walk on the lines or
squares.
But only the sillies believe their
talk;
It's ever so portant how you walk.
And it's ever so jolly to call out,
"Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the
squares!"
