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Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, |
Droops on the little hands little gold head. |
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! |
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. |
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God bless Mummy. I know that's right. |
Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight? |
The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot. |
Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot. |
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If I open my fingers a little bit more, |
I can see Nanny's blue dressing-gown on the door. |
It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood. |
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good. |
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Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed, |
And I pull the hood right over my head, |
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small, |
And nobody knows that I'm there at all. |
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Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day. |
And what was the other I had to say? |
I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be? |
Oh! Now I remember. God bless Me. |
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Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, |
Droops on the little hands little gold head. |
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! |
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. |
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Vespers, A. A. Milne |
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