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When I up, down, touch the ground
It puts me in the mood,
Up, down touch the ground
In
the mood (smack, smack) for food,
I am stout, round and I have found,
Speaking poundage wise,
I improve my
appetite
When I exercise.
(Pooh) Oh, stuff and fluff, that's better, thank you, now where was I?
Oh yes, I'm
rumbly in my tumbly.
Time for something sweet.
I am short, fat and proud of that,
And so with all my might
I up, down, up, down to my appetite's delight!
While I up, down, touch the ground,
I think of things to chew,
(Mmm, like honey, milk, and chocolate)
With a hefty happy appetite,
I'm a hefty happy Pooh.
With a
hefty happy appetite,
He's a hefty happy Pooh
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