Rivers Know This: There Is No Hurry.

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.

Time For A Little Something.

On Tuesday, When It Hails And Snows, The Feeling On Me Grows And Grows That Hardly Anybody Knows If Those Are These Or These Are Those.

Walking With Her Man, Lost In A Dream

And By And By Christopher Robin Came To The End Of Things, And He Was Silent, And He Sat There, Looking Out Over The World, Just Wishing It Wouldn't Stop.