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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.

Here Is Edward Bear, Coming Downstairs Now, Bump, Bump, Bump, On The Back Of His Head, Behind Christopher Robin. It Is, As Far As He Knows, The Only Way Of Coming Downstairs, But Sometimes He Feels That There Really Is Another Way, If Only He Could Stop Bumping For A Moment And Think Of It. And Then He Feels That Perhaps There Isn't.

If There's A Buzzing-noise, Somebody's Making A Buzzing-noise, And The Only Reason For Making A Buzzing-noise That I Know Of Is Because You're A Bee.

The Other Day I Met A Man Who Didn't Know Where Tripoli Was. Tripoli Happened To Come Into The Conversation, And He Was Evidently At A Loss. "let's See," He Said. "tripoli Is Just Down By The - Er - You Know. What's The Name Of That Place?" "that's Right," I Answered, "just Opposite, Thingumabob. I Could Show You In A Minute On A Map. It's Near - What Do They Call It?" At This Moment The Train Stopped, And I Got Out And Went Straight Home To Look At My Atlas.

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.