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| Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, |
| Droops on the little hands little gold head. |
| Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! |
| Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. |
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| God bless Mummy. I know that's right. |
| Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight? |
| The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot. |
| Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot. |
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| If I open my fingers a little bit more, |
| I can see Nanny's blue dressing-gown on the door. |
| It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood. |
| Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good. |
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| Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed, |
| And I pull the hood right over my head, |
| And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small, |
| And nobody knows that I'm there at all. |
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| Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day. |
| And what was the other I had to say? |
| I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be? |
| Oh! Now I remember. God bless Me. |
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| Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, |
| Droops on the little hands little gold head. |
| Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! |
| Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. |
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| Vespers, A. A. Milne |
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