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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 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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