Christopher Robin goes hopity hopity,Hopity hopity hop.
When ever I tell him politely to stop it,
He says he can’t possibly stop.
For if he stopped hopping, he couldn’t go anywhere.
Poor little Christopher couldn’t go anywhere,
And so he just keeps hoppity hoppity,
Hoppity hoppity hop.

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