Time For A Little Something.

Don't Talk Anybody, Don't Come Near! Can't You See The Fish Might Hear? He Thinks I'm Playing With A Piece Of String; He Thinks I'm Another Sort Of Funny Thing, But He Doesn't Know I'm Fishing - He Doesn't Know I'm Fishing. That's What I'm Doing - Fishing.

Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.

Wherever They Go, And Whatever Happens To Them On The Way, In That Enchanted Place On The Top Of The Forest, A Little Boy And His Bear Will Always Be Playing.

Forever Isn't Long At All, Christopher, As Long As I'm With You.

No Brain At All, Some Of Them [people], Only Grey Fluff That's Blown Into Their Heads By Mistake, And They Don't Think.