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
Writer(s): Richard Sherman, Robert Sherman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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