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BILLY BARTHOLOMEW BAXTER BEAN

Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean hated doing his chores.
He played with his toys.
He made lots of noise.
He bounced on his bed.
He stood on his head.
He giggled.
He squiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
He did everything but work!

Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean hated cleaning his room.
He turned on his train.
He played with his crane.
He knocked down his blocks.


He scattered his socks.
He giggled.
He squiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
He did everything but clean!

Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean hated doing his math.
He punched his stapler.
He doodled his paper.
He chewed his pencils.
He traced some stencils.
He giggled.
He squiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
He did everything but think.

Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean hated taking his bath.
He pulled out the plug.
He danced on the rug.
He ran down the hall.
He bounced his red ball.
He giggled.
He squiggled.
He jiggled and wiggled.
He did everything but wash.

And his father said, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, do your chores!"
And his mother said, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, clean your room!"
And his teacher said, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, do your math!"
And his sister said, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, take your bath!"

Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean would never change
frowned his father,
mourned his mother,
sighed his teacher,
groaned his sister.

BUT Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean loved
Millie McAllister Marcia Mead!

Now Millie McAllister Marcia Mead always did her chores.
And Millie McAllister Marcia Mead always cleaned her room.
And Millie McAllister Marcia Mead always did her math.
And Millie McAllister Marcia Mead always took her bath.

And Millie McAllister Marcia Mead always frowned at
Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean.

SO NOW,

Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean always does his chores.
He takes out the trash.
He mows all the grass.
He picks up the yard.
He walks his dog, Guard.
He giggles.
He squiggles.
He jiggles and wiggles
As he does his chores.

And Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean always cleans his room.
He turns off his train.
He picks up his crane.
He stacks up his blocks.
He gathers his socks.
He giggles.
He squiggles.
He jiggles and wiggles
As he cleans his room.

And Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean always does his math.
He adds and subtracts.
He calculates facts.
He does his division.
He sticks to his mission.
He giggles.
He squiggles.
He jiggles and wiggles
As he does his math.

And Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean always takes his bath.
He fills up the tub.
He washes and scrubs.
He swims and he floats.
He plays with his boats.
He giggles.
He squiggles.
He jiggles and wiggles.
As he takes his bath.

And his father says, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, you're a prize!"
And his mother says, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, you're a dear!"
And his teacher says, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, you're a joy!"
And his sister says, "Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean, you're a sport!"

But best of all,
Millie McAllister Marcia Mead smiles at
Billy Bartholomew Baxter Bean!

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