1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
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Bear In There
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Theres a Polar Bear
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
In our Frigidaire--
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
He likes it cause its cold in there.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
With his seat in the meat
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
And his face in the fish
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Hes nibbling the noodles,
Hes munching the rice,
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Hes slurping the soda,
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Hes licking the ice.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
And it gives me a scare
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
To know hes in there--
That Polary Bear
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
In our Fridgitydaire.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
The Sitter
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
I think shes a little bit crazy.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
She thinks a baby-sitters supposed
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
To sit upon the baby.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Picture Puzzle Piece
One picture puzzle piece
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Lyin on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Soakin in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Who lived in a shoe.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
It might be a magical bean,
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Or a fold in the red
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Of the apple her stepmother
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Gave to Snow White.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
It might be the veil of a bride
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
It might be a small tuft of hair
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
On the big bouncy belly
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Of the Witch of the West
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
As she melted to smoke.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
It might be a shadowy trace
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Of a tear that runs down an angels face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.
The Little Boy and the Old Man
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Grown-ups dont pay attention to me."
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
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1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
"A genuine anteater,"
The pet man told me dad.
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
1,Bear In There ,Theres a Polar Bear,In our Frigidaire--,He likes it cause its cold in there.,With his seat in the meat,And his face in the fish,And his big hairy paws,In the buttery dish,,Hes nibbling the noodles,,Hes munching the rice,,Hes slurping the soda,,Hes licking the ice.,And he lets out a roar,If you open the door.,And it gives me a scare,To know hes in there--,That Polary Bear,In our Fridgitydaire.,The Sitter,Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter,I think shes a little bit crazy.,She thinks a baby-sitters supposed,To sit upon the baby.,Picture Puzzle Piece,One picture puzzle piece,Lyin on the sidewalk,,One picture puzzle piece,Soakin in the rain.,It might be a button of blue,On the coat of the woman,Who lived in a shoe.,It might be a magical bean,,Or a fold in the red,Velvet robe of a queen.,It might be the one little bite,Of the apple her stepmother,Gave to Snow White.,It might be the veil of a bride,Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.,It might be a small tuft of hair,On the big bouncy belly,Of Bobo the Bear.,It might be a bit of the cloak,Of the Witch of the West,As she melted to smoke.,It might be a shadowy trace,Of a tear that runs down an angels face.,Nothing has more possibilities,Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.,The Little Boy and the Old Man,Said the little boy, \Sometimes I drop my spoon.\,Said the old man, \I do that too.\,The little boy whispered, \I wet my pants.\,\I do that too,\ laughed the little old man.,Said the little boy, \I often cry.\,The old man nodded, \So do I.\,\But worst of all,\ said the boy, \it seems,Grown-ups dont pay attention to me.\,And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.,\I know what you mean,\ said the little old man.,Anteater ,\A genuine anteater,\,The pet man told me dad.,Turned out, it was an aunt eater,,And now my uncles mad!
Turned out, it was an aunt eater,
And now my uncles mad!