The more I look inside,
The more he isn’t there.
What am I supposed to do,
When Piglet is not everywhere?
The more I wrack my brain,
The more I search in vain.
I guess I’ll have a little snack,
And wait for it to start to rain.
Maybe I will draw a picture,
And while I’m busy, doing that,
My mind will wander off somewhere,
And Piglet will re-appear,
My mind will wander off somewhere,
And Piglet will be right here.
The more I look inside,
The more you’re real to me.
I see you here, I see you there,
Feel you everywhere!
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