Christopher likes to make me fly,
I get so high I touch the sky.
When Lewis writes his silly songs,
He hopes that I will sing along.
When Mom says "No" and Mom says "Yes",
She loves me and its for the best.
I like to run I like to play,
I'll grow up big and stong one day.

His cycle has one wheel, not two,
when I get big I'll ride one too.
Mr. Christopher! Mr. Christopher! 
He's kinda tall, he's got a beard,
He's kinda skiny, kinda weird.
Mr. Christopher! Mr. Christopher!
Make me fly!

He has an old red house in town,
I visit him when we drive down.
Mr. Lewis! Mr. Lewis!
He likes to play, he's like a clown,
His nose is big, his belly's round.
Mr. Lewis! Mr. Lewis!
Sing your song!