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Binker’s what I call him he’s a secret of my own,
And Binker is the reason that I never feel alone.
Playing in the nursery, or sitting on the stair,
Whenever I am busy, Binker will be there.
Oh, Daddy is is a Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of man,
And Mommy is the best since the world began,
And Nanny is Nanny, and I even call her Nan-
But they can’t See Binker.
Binker’s always talking, ‘cos I’m teaching him to speak
He sometimes likes to do it in a funny sort of squeak,
And he sometimes likes to do it in a hurtling sort of roar…
And I have to do it for him Cos his throat is getting sore.
Oh, Daddy is is a Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of man,
And Mommy is the best since the world began,
And Nanny is Nanny, and I even call her Nan-
But they can’t See Binker.
Binker’s brave as lions when we’re running in the park;
Binker’s brave as tigers when we’re lying in the dark;
Binker’s brave as elephants. He never, never cries…
Except (like other people) when soap gets in his eyes.
Oh, Daddy is is a Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of man,
And Mommy is the best since the world began,
And Nanny is Nanny, and I even call her Nan-
But they can’t See Binker.
Binker isn’t greedy, but he likes good things to eat,
So I have to say to people when they’re giving me a sweet,
“Oh, Binker wants a chocolate, so could you give me two?”
And then I eat it for him, Cos his teeth are kind of new.
Well, I’m very fond of Daddy, but he sometimes goes away,
And I’m awfully fond of Mommy, but she hasn’t time to play,
And I’m often cross with Nanny when she tries to brush my hair…
But Binker’s always Binker, and he’s certain to be there.
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