For I Am A Bear Of Very

Pooh Looked At His Two Paws. He Knew That One Of Them Was The Right, And He Knew That When You Had Decided Which One Of Them Was The Right, Then The Other One Was The Left, But He Never Could Remember How To Begin.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

Pooh Hasn't Much Brain, But He Never Comes To Any Harm. He Does Silly Things And They Turn Out Right. There's Owl. Owl Hasn't Exactly Got Brain, But He Knows Things. He Would Know The Right Thing To Do When Surrounded By Water. There's Rabbit. He Hasn't Learnt In Books, But He Can Always Think Of A Clever Plan. There's Kanga. She Isn't Clever, Kanga Isn't, But She Would Be So Anxious About Roo That She Would Do A Good Thing To Do Without Thinking About It. And Then There's Eeyore. And Eeyore Is So Miserable Anyhow That He Wouldn't Mind About This.

We'll Be Friends Forever, Won't We, Pooh?' Asked Piglet. Even Longer,' Pooh Answered.

I Suppose That By This Time They Had Finished Their Dressing. Roger Scurvilegs Tells Us Nothing On Such Important Matters; No Doubt From Modesty. "next Morning They Rose," He Says, And Disappoints Us Of A Picture Of Udo Brushing His Hair.