Lines and Squares

Whenever I walk in a London street,
  I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;
    And I keep in the squares,
    And the masses of bears,
  Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
  The sillies who tread on the lines of the street,
    Go back to their lairs,
    And I say to them, “Bears,
    Just look how I’m walking in all of the squares!”

  And the little bears growl to each other, “He’s mine,
  As soon as he’s silly and steps on a line.”
  And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
  That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
  And they try to pretend that nobody cares
  Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
  But only the sillies believe their talk;
  It’s ever so portant how you walk.
  And it’s ever so jolly to call out, “Bears,
  Just watch me walking in all the squares!”