I like to be read to

Today I had a bit of an upset stomach (I think it was because Dad gave me a piece of meatlovers pizza and a couple shots of bourbon) and I didn't want to sleep. So Mom held me and Dad read When We Were Very Young by A. A. Milne. My favorite poem, or at least the one that I stopped squirming during, was "Lines and Squares".

Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
The sillies who tread on the lines of the street
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, "Bears,
Just look how I'm walking in all the squares!"

And the little bears growl to each other, "He's mine,
As soon as he's silly and steps on a line."
And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
And they try to pretend that nobody cares
Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
But only the sillies believe their talk;
It's ever so portant how you walk.
And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the squares!"

PS Daddy says that my old copy of A. A. Milne is falling apart and would like to see me get the one in the link above. If I do, he promises to read them to me whenever I ask. Unless it’s too late, then only one. And I have to be in bed first. And already tucked in.