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UP, DOWN, TOUCH THE GROUND
Up, down, up
When I up, down, touch the ground
It puts me in the mood
Up, down, touch the ground
In the mood for food
I am stout, round, and I have found
Speaking poundage wise
I improve my appetite when I exercise
I am short, fat and proud of that
And so with all my might
I up, down, and up and down
To my appetite's delight
While I up, down and touch the ground
I think of things to chew like honey
With a hefty, happy appetite
I'm hefty, happy Pooh
With a hefty, happy appetite
He's a hefty, happy Pooh
