Lyrics

Up, down, up
When I up, down, touch the ground
It puts me in the mood
Up, down, touch the ground
In the mood, hm-hm, 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 a hefty happy Pooh
With a hefty happy appetite
He's a hefty happy Pooh
Written by: Richard M. Sherman, Robert B. Sherman
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