It's So Much More Friendly With Two.

Good Morning, Eeyore," Said Pooh. "good Morning, Pooh Bear," Said Eeyore Gloomily. "if It Is A Good Morning, Which I Doubt," Said He. "why, What's The Matter?" "nothing, Pooh Bear, Nothing. We Can't All, And Some Of Us Don't. That's All There Is To It." "can't All What?" Said Pooh, Rubbing His Nose. "gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush.

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.

Weeds Are Flowers Too, Once You Get To Know Them.

Once Upon A Time There Were Three Little Foxes Who Didn't Wear Stockings, And They Didn't Wear Sockses, But They All Had Handkerchiefs To Blow Their Noses, And They Kept Their Handkerchiefs In Cardboard Boxes.

For I Am A Bear Of Very Little Brain, And Long Words Bother Me.