I remember this little toy
He was a happy little fellow
He taught us to do cartwheels in the yard
His name was Tigger

I remember that he was never there.
I don’t even remember him at all
If only if he would have stayed long
Maybe that’s the problem
I don’t remember

I remember all the long nights we had
The woods was our favourite place
The whole family would get together
And just talk around the campfire
I guess it's the little things that matter