Whenever I walk in a London street, <br />I'm ever so careful to watch my feet; <br />And I keep in the squares, <br />And the masses of bears, <br />Who wait at the corners all ready to eat <br />The sillies who tread on the lines of the street <br />Go back to their lairs, <br />And I say to them, "Bears, <br />Just look how I'm walking in all the squares!" <br /> <br />And the little bears growl to each other, "He's mine, <br />As soon as he's silly and steps on a line." <br />And some of the bigger bears try to pretend <br />That they came round the corner to look for a friend; <br />And they try to pretend that nobody cares <br />Whether you walk on the lines or squares. <br />But only the sillies believe their talk; <br />It's ever so portant how you walk. <br />And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears, <br />Just watch me walking in all the squares!"<br /><br />Alan Alexander Milne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-and-squares/
