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Poem by Alan Alexander Milne


Binker


Binker  what I call him  is a secret of my own,
And Binker is the reason why I never feel alone.
Playing in the nursery, sitting on the stair,
Whatever I am busy at, Binker will be there.

	Oh, Daddy is clever, hes a clever sort of man,
	And Mummy is the best since the world began,
	And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan 
		But they cant
		See
		Binker.

Binkers always talking, cos Im 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 hoodling sort of roar
And I have to do it for him cos his throat is rather sore.

	Oh, Daddy is clever, hes a clever sort of man,
	And Mummy knows all that anybody can,
	And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan 
		But they dont
		Know
		Binker.

Binkers brave as lions when were running in the park;
Binkers brave as tigers when were lying in the dark;
Binkers brave as elephants. He never, never cries
Except (like other people) when the soap gets in his eyes.

	Oh, Daddy is Daddy, hes a Daddy sort of man,
	And Mummy is as Mummy as anybody can,
	And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan 
		But theyre not
		Like
		Binker.

Binker isnt greedy, but he does like things to eat,
So I have to say to people when theyre 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 rather new.

	Well, Im very fond of Daddy, but he hasnt time to play,
	And Im very fond of Mummy, but she sometimes goes away,
	And Im often cross with Nanny when she wants to brush my hair      
But Binkers always Binker, and is certain to be there.



Alan Alexander Milne

Poem Theme: Alan Alexander Milne

Alan Alexander Milne's other poems:
  1. In the Fashion
  2. Swing Song
  3. Independence
  4. Cottleston Pie
  5. The Four Friends


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