Jenny was such a demure little girl
And idolized her Winnie the Pooh.
Whenever she was sleepy and weary
No other true love would do!
Winnie was looking quite old and shabby,
With ears all ragged and torn.
So we bought a brand new Winnie the Pooh
And gave him to Jenny one morn.
Now, dear Jenny cried, day after day
For her true love who was ragged and torn.
But alas, old Winnie was thrown in the bin,
We were all distressed and forlorn...
We searched through that bin so carefully,
And much to our utter surprise!
Poor Winnie was spotted amid the rubbish
Looking up with eager brown eyes.
His fur we cleaned as fast as could be
Wrapped him in a soft cosy sheet,
Handed him back to sweet little Jenny.
Her delight made our lives and our
happiness complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem