Mr shun, oh mr shun,

Please may I have a bun, 

Mr shun please may I have a bun.

No lady no lady,

Cried mr shun,

You should be out in the sun.

Please oh please mr shun,

I think your are more fun,

Please, please, please.

I have told you not once but now twice,

All I can do is give you is advise

Go play, go play.

Please mr shun please,

I don't want to play around with mice,

As most in fact have many lice.

Fine then fine then,

Take a bun,

But remember I am mr shun...

There once was a tree house,

Tree house, tree house,

There once was a tree house indeed.

Up in the tree house the we like to bop,

Bop,bop,bop,

Come and join us bop. 

We don't feed you any slop,

And so we beg you not to flop,

Come and joking us bop.

We bop to the wind,

We bop to the music,

We bop any weather.

We bop and bop and bop,

We bop and bop some more,

But never will we ever flop.

We bop not flop,

We not flop but bop,

We bop bop bop.

Bop,bop,bop,

No not hop,hop,hop,

Bop bop bop.

Little mr Mike,

Liked to ride his bike,

And on a very strange day,

He didn't get his own way.

Walk he must,

Bike no more,

Step by step,

Over to the door.

Never did he bike,

Never did he crawl,

Never did he walk,

But always did he run.

Little mr Mike,

Had forgotten about his bike, 

Until the day when he stepped to far,

And that was the he died.

Never did he know,

His fate was not slow,

Only his life,

Was to be without a wife...