Did You Ever Stop To Think, And

If You Were A Bird, And Lived On High, You'd Lean On The Wind When The Wind Came By, You'd Say To The Wind When It Took You Away: 'that's Where I Wanted To Go Today!

But Piglet Is So Small That He Slips Into A Pocket, Where It Is Very Comfortable To Feel Him When You Are Not Quite Sure Whether Twice Seven Is Twelve Or Twenty-two.

Supposing A Tree Fell Down, Pooh, When We Were Underneath It?' 'supposing It Didn't,' Said Pooh After Careful Thought. Piglet Was Comforted By This.

A Day Without A Friend Is Like A Pot Without A Single Drop Of Honey Left Inside.

And The Only Reason For Making Honey Is So As I Can Eat It.