Binker-what I call him-is a secret of my own,
And Binker is the reason why I never feel alone.
Playing in the nursery, sitting on the stair,
Whatever I am busy at, Binker will be there.

   Oh, Daddy is clever, he’s a clever sort of man,
   And Mummy is the best since the world began,
   And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan —
               But they can’t 
               See         
               Binker.

Binker’s always talking, ‘cos I’m teaching him 
      to speak:
He sometimes likes to do it in a funny sort 
      of squeak,
And he sometimes likes to do it in a hoodling sort 
      of roar…
And I have to do it for him cos his throat is 
      rather sore.

Oh, Daddy is clever, he’s a clever sort of man,
And Mummy knows all that anybody can,
And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan —
               But they don’t 
               Know
               Binker.

Binker’s brave as lions when we’re running in 
        the park;
Binker’s brave as tigers when we’re lying in 
        the dark;
Binker’s brave as elephants. He never, never 
        cries…
Except (like other people) when the soap gets in 
        his eyes.Oh, Daddy is Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of 
         man,
And Mummy is as Mummy as anybody can,
And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan…
               But they’re not 
               Like 
               Binker.Binker isn’t greedy, but he does like things to eat,
So I have to say to people when they’re giving 
       me a sweet,
“Oh, Binker wants a chocolate, so could you give 
       me two?”
And then I eat it for him, cos his teeth are rather 
       new.

Well, I’m very fond of Daddy, but he hasn’t time 
       to play,
And I’m very fond of Mummy, but she sometimes 
       goes away,
And I’m often cross with Nanny when she wants 
       to brush my hair…But Binker’s always Binker, and is certain to 
       be there.