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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, he’s a clever sort of man,
  And Mummy is the best since the world began,
  And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan—
  And NanBut they can’t
  And NanSee
  And NanBinker.

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 hoodling sort of roar . . .