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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