There’s a funny little
fellow
Who’s red and green
and yellow.
He’s so small that his
pillow
Is made of a marshmillow.
He wakes at 5am
Then goes to sleep
again
He plays a tiny cello
And sits on a marshmellow.
This chap, whose name
is Floo
Sings ‘Dinga donga doo’
As quiet as a bellow,
And wearing a marshmellow.
So, Floo, chew! Chomp
that sugary goo! It’s not so good for you! Though delicious, it’s true!
You just can’t beat a
sweet sweet treat!
Now everybody…
Stamp your feet!
Floo set up a a toy
store
So he could buy some
more.
Ran out of things to
sell-o
And bought a new
marshmellow.
He ate a hundred
pounds
And could not leave
the ground.
His stomach felt all
ill-o
From too much
marsh-a-mill-ow.
The moral of this
story?
Well, try not to be
naughty,
Don’t eat too many
sweets
And you’ll stay on
your feet!
The fluffy soft
marshmallow
Is wonderful to
swallow
But make sure that you
chew
Or it will be the end
of you!
So, Floo, chew! Chomp
that sugary goo! It’s not so good for you! Though delicious, it’s true!
You just can’t beat a
sweet sweet treat!
Now everybody…
Stamp your feet!
And shout!
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