Wellington Womble

Oh they call him Wellington Womble

and he's ever-so-rather shy,

And he looks through great big spectacles

At the ever-so-azure sky.

And he's ever-so-rather brainy,

And he's ever-so-rather keen,

He's the ever-so-rathest, keenest, brainiest Womble you have seen.

He's respectful and obedient,

And he does as he's always told;

His great big cap and muffling scarf protect him from the cold.

And he's ever-so-softly spoken,

And he's ever-so-slightly small,

He's the ever-so-slightest, softest-spokenest Womble of them all.

Ooh, wombling along, wombling along.

Ooh, wombling along, wombling along...

Oh he's ever-so-conscientious,

Always wombling with a will;

The care he takes would probably make a lesser Womble ill.