I love to go down memory lane and see Bagpuss
asleep in the window again.
To see the mice come alive,
And fix broken things, one or even two.
There's Madeline, the rag doll,
Full of stories galore.
And Gabriel, the toad, who sings a song
To soothe our soul.
The Prefessor waffles along.
The things are fixed and to the window they are gone,
When Emily comes along.
Bagpuss, fat furry catpuss, you'll never be gone.
Wish you lots of Tasty English Delights.
"There's always room for one more."
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