My dear Mr Bond
I find myself putting pen to paper today
To write a few words I have oft wanted to
say
About the outfit you gave me when I came in
from Peru
The hat and the coat might have seemed fine
to you
But the duffel didn’t fit, it was
always too tight
With pockets too small for
sandwiches of marmite
Oh yes, and that’s another thing!
At Paddington station
At Paddington station
My culinary preference got lost in
translation
Marmalade’s turned me fat
But I don’t think you care
But I don’t think you care
After all, to you, I am only that bear.
Yours sincerely,
Paddington
(with a hard stare)
(with a hard stare)
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