For I Am A Bear Of Very

They Wanted To Come In After The Pounds", Explained Pooh, "so I Let Them. It's The Best Way To Write Poetry, Letting Things Come.

If You Were A Cloud, And Sailed Up There, You'd Sail On Water As Blue As Air, And You'd See Me Here In The Fields And Say: 'doesn't The Sky Look Green Today?

Walking With Her Man, Lost In A Dream

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks, And Sometimes I Just Sits.

I Wonder What Piglet Is Doing," Thought Pooh. "i Wish I Were There To Be Doing It, Too.