Lines Written By A Bear Of Very Little Brain

On Monday, when the sun is hot
I wonder to myself a lot:
"Now is it true, or is it not,"
"That what is which and which is what?"

On Tuesday, when it hails ans snows,
the feeling on me grows and grows
that hardly anybody knows
if those are these or these are those.

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
and I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it's true
that who is what and what is who.

On Thursday, when it starts to freeze
and hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,
how very readily one sees
that these are whose- but whose are these?

on Friday -

(Winnie-The-Pooh)

What shall we do about poor little Tigger?
If he never eats nothing he'll never get bigger.
He doesn't like honey and haycorns and thistles
because of the taste and because of the bristles.
And all the good things which an animal likes
Have the wrong sorts of swallow or too many spikes.

(The House At Pooh Corner)

Noise, by Pooh

Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
to be seen.

And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
in the green.

Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, that is coming
will be fun.

And the cows are almost cooing,
And the turtle-doves are mooing,
Which is why Pooh is poohing
in the sun.

For the spring is really springing,
You can see a skylark singing,
And the blue-bells, which are ringing
can be heard.

And the cuckoo isn't cooing
But he's cucking and he's ooing,
And the Pooh is simply poohing
like a bird.

(The House At Pooh Corner)

If Rabbit
was bigger
and fatter
and stronger,
or bigger
than Tigger.
If Tigger was smaller
then Tigger's bad habit
of bouncing at Rabbit
would matter
no longer,
if Rabbit
was taller

(The House At Pooh Corner)