Sometimes I Sits And Thinks, And Sometimes

Turn Around, Piglet. Step Lightly, Pooh. This Silly Ol' Dance Is Perfect For Two.

I Suppose This Is The Reason Why Diaries Are So Rarely Kept Nowadays- That Nothing Ever Happens To Anybody.

Wherever I Am, There's Always Pooh, There's Always Pooh And Me. Whatever I Do, He Wants To Do, "where Are You Going Today?" Says Pooh: "well, That's Very Odd 'cos I Was Too. Let's Go Together," Says Pooh, Says He. "let's Go Together," Says Pooh.

We Can’t All And Some Of Us Don’t. That’s All There Is To It.

The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore Stood By Himself In A Thistly Corner Of The Forest, His Front Feet Well Apart, His Head On One Side, And Thought About Things. Sometimes He Thought Sadly To Himself, "why?" And Sometimes He Thought, "wherefore?" And Sometimes He Thought, "inasmuch As Which?" And Sometimes He Didn't Quite Know What He Was Thinking About.