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.