Tut, Tut, Looks Like Rain

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.

When I Was One, I Had Just Begun. When I Was Two, I Was Nearly New. When I Was Three I Was Hardly Me. When I Was Four, I Was Not Much More. When I Was Five, I Was Just Alive. But Now I Am Six, I'm As Clever As Clever, So I Think I'll Be Six Now For Ever And Ever.

Christopher Robin Was Sitting Outside His Door, Putting On His Big Boots. As Soon As He Saw The Big Boots, Pooh Knew That An Adventure Was Going To Happen, And He Brushed The Honey Off His Nose With The Back Of His Paw, And Spruced Himself Up As Well As He Could, So As To Look Ready For Anything.

Ideas May Drift Into Other Minds, But They Do Not Drift My Way. I Have To Go And Fetch Them. I Know No Work Manual Or Mental To Equal The Appalling Heart-breaking Anguish Of Fetching An Idea From Nowhere.

What I Like Doing Best Is Nothing.