There once was a place where dreamer's stood
some were bad, and some were good
but it was always understood
that there was only 100 acres in the wood
From the meekest little bumble bee
to the loftiness of the honey tree
there was the forests great melody
Of the song there is a guardian, fair
A curious, clumsy, silly old bear
for when things were askew
this mighty bear would subdue
returning peace and harmony anew
they called him, winnie,
winnie, the pooh