The song may say it's with fluff that my tubby ol' self has been stuffed
But I just have zero clue about what that is
Know I can be a little hazy but not to the point you hate me
Because I'm a small, simple teddy who loves all his friends

So very soft and sweet like almost ev'ry teddy
That you don't really mind whenever I'm too ditzy
I love to spend my days beneath a shade tree
Stoppin' my tummy rumbles with some nice hunny, please

Wood's acres add up to a hundred, another fact I just take for granted
Though I'm sure that Rabbit can count that easily
He knows how things should be done but that can end the fun
That's when Tigger will sing his song and fill you with glee

Don't forget Roo and Kanga and Piglet, oh so twitchy
But once his nerves become settled, he can be very giddy
No ifs or buts or maybes, we're all close as can be
And when my tummy rumbles, they'll get me hunny, please

May take too many falls from trees 'cause I want all
Of the hunny that they've got but there's no real harm
Sure, I might eat a bee or two, okay, maybe more than a few
Should've planned ahead, it's true, but to think is too hard

Life here is calm and sweet, Christopher Robin's teddy
Are all so very nice though Eeyore can get heavy
The saddest things he'll say, might mean them, maybe
Oh dear, my tummy rumbles, I need some hunny, please
Not really one for anger, that sort of stuff seems silly
I don't know as much as Owl does, my brain can't be that busy
I know some call me lazy but I'm content to be
Without a tummy rumble, just some pots of hunny, please
I'd like some hunny, please