My dreamy ode to marmalade (Lyrics)

I had a little dream, I was the bear named Paddington, and this is the song that I sang:

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Mr Brown always says

Good things come to those who wait,

He is not wrong, for each morning time

Breakfast is sitting there on my plate

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Oh marmalade is a marvel

You learn to love the most

When you spread it in a sandwich

Or let it brighten up your toast!

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But the important thing about breakfast

Is it isn’t just for one,

Which brings me to a troubling point

That’s really got me stumped:

Just how do they make enough marmalade

To feed to everyone?

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Oh marmalade is a marvel

You learn to love the most

When you spread it in a sandwich

Or let it brighten up your toast!

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I suppose Aunt Lucy loves to say

Each as to their own;

The meaning of which

Puzzles me a bit

And the answer remains unknown…

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Like many things in London

They seem a mystery to me,

However…

I simply find it quite absurd

If people spread on lemon curd

When marmalade is just within their reach!

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Oh marmalade is a marvel

You learn to love the most

When you spread it in a sandwich

Or let it brighten up your toast!

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