Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I've wandered much further today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood
So help me if you can, I've got to get back
To the house at Pooh Corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh
Winnie-the-Pooh doesn't know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
He came to me asking help and advice
And from here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there
How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear
It's hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to flow throughout all our lives
After all's said and done
I was watching my son sleeeping there with my bear by his side
So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going
I swaer that old bear whispered, "Boy welcome home"
Believe me if you can, I've finally come back
To the house at Pooh Corner by one
What do you know there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Back to the ways of Christopher Robin
Back to the days of Pooh
The more it
Snows-tiddely-pom,
The more it
Goes-tiddely-pom.
The more it
Goes-tiddely-pom,
How cold my
Toes-tiddely-pom.
How cold my
Toes-tiddely-pom
Are growing.
~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, which is coming,
Will be fun
And the cows are almost cooing,
And the turtle-doves are mooing,
Which is why a 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 a 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 habbit
Of bouncing at Rabbit
Would matter
No longer,
If Rabbit
Was taller.
~The House At Pooh Corner
Here Lies A Tree
Here lies a tree which Owl ( a bird)
Was fond of when it stood on end,
And Owl was talking to a friend
Called Me ( in case you hadn't heard)
When something Oo occurred.
For lo! the wind was blusterous
And flattened out his favorite tree;
And things look bad for him and we -
Looked bad, I mean, for he and us -
I've never know them wuss.
Then Piglet (PIGLET) thought a thing:
"Courage!" he said. "There's always hope.
I want a thinish piece of rope.
Or, if there isn't any bring
A thickish piece of string."
So to the letter-box he rose,
While Pooh and Owl said "Oh!"
and "Hum!"
And where the letters always come
(Called "LETTERS ONLY") Piglet squoze
his head and then his toes.
O gallant Piglet (PIGLET)! Ho!
Did Piglet tremble? Did he blinch?
No, No, he struggled inch by inch
Through LETTERS ONLY, as I know
Because I saw him go.
He ran and ran, and then he stood
And shouted, "Help for Owl, a bord
And Pooh, a bear!" until he heard
The others coming through the wood
As quickly as they could
"Help-help and Rescue!" Piglet cried
And showed the others where to go.
Sing ho! for Piglet (PIGLET) ho!
And soon the door was opened wide
And we were both outside!
Sing ho! for Piglet, ho!
Ho!
It's very, very funny,
'Cos I know I had some honey;
'Cos it had a label on,
Saying HUNNY
A goloptious full-up pot too,
And I don't know where it's gone to,
No, I don't know where it's gone -
Well, it's funny
~Winnie-the-Pooh
Cottleston Pie
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken, I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
~Winnie-the-Pooh
Teddy Bear
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without excercise.
Our teddy bear is short and fat
Which is not to be wondered at;
He gets what excercise he can
By falling off the ottoman,
But generally seems to lack
The energy to clamber back.
Now tubbiness is just the thing
Which gets a fellow wondering;
And teddy worried lots about
The fact that he was rather stout.
He thought: "If only I were thin!
But how does anyone begin?"
He thought: "It really isn't fair
To grudge me excercise and air."
For many weeks he pressed in vain
His nose against the window-pane,
And envied those who walked about
Reducing their unwanted stout.
None of the people he could see
"Is quite" (he said) "as fat as me!"
Then, with a still more moving sigh,
"I mean" ( he said) " as fat as I!"
Now teddy, as was only right,
Slept in the ottoman at night,
And with him crowded in as well
More animals than I can tell;
Not only these, but books and things,
Such as a kind relation brings -
Old tales of "Once upon a time,"
And history retold in rhyme.
One night it happened that he took
A peep at an old picture-book,
Wherein he came across by chance
The picture of a King of France
(A stoutish man) and, down below,
These words: "King Louis So and So,
Nicknamed 'The Handsome'"! There he sat,
And (think of i!) the man was fat!
Our bear rejoiced like anything
To read about this famous King,
Nicknamed "The Handsome." There he sat,
And certainly the man was fat.
Nicknamed "The Handsome." Not a doubt
The man was definately stout.
Why then, a bear (for all his tub)
Might yet be named "The Handsome Cub"!
"Might yet be named." Or did he mean
That years ago he "might have been"?
For now he felt a slight misgiving:
"Is Louis So and So still living?
Fashions in beauty have a way
Of altering from day to day.
Is 'Handsome Louis' with us yet?
Unfortunately I forget."
Next morning (nose to window-pane)
The doubt occurred tohim again.
One question hammered in his head:
"Is he alive or is he dead?"
Thus, nose to pane, he pondered; but
The lattice window, loosely shut,
Swung open. With one startled "Oh!"
Our teddy disappeared below.
There happened to be passing by
A plump man with a twinkling eye,
Who, seeing teddy in the street,
Raised him politely to his feet,
And murmered kindly in his ear
Soft words of comfort and cheer:
"Well, well!" "Allow me!" "Not at all."
"Tut-tut! A very nasty fall."
Our teddy answered not a word;
It's doubtful if he even heard.
Our bear could only look and look:
The stout man int he picture book!
That "handsome" King - could this be he,
This man of adiposity?
"Impossible," he thought. "But still,
No harm in asking. Yes I will!"
"Are you," he said, " by any chance
His Majesty the King of France?"
The other answered, "I am that,"
Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat;
Then said, "Excuse me," with an air,
"But is it Mr. Edward Bear?"
And teddy, bending very low,
Replied politely, "Even so!"
They stood benath the window there,
The King and Mr. Edward Bear,
And, handsome, if a trifle fat,
Talked carelessly of this and that....
Then said Hs Majesty, "Well, well,
I must get on," and rang the bell.
"Your bear, I think," he smiled. "Good-day!"
And turned, and went upon his way.
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without excercise.
Our teddy bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wonderd at.
But do you think it worries him
To know that he is far from slim?
No, just the other way about -
He's proub of being short and stout.
~When We Were Very Young
Us Two
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.
"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think mysef," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.
"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's." said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few -
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what theya re," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.
"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I' not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!" - and off htey flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he.
"I'm never afraid with you."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together," says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh
~Now We Are Six
Furry Bear
If I were a bear,
And a big bear too,
I shouldn't much care
If it froze or snew;
I shouldn't much mind
If it snowed or friz -
I'd be all fur-lined
With a coat like his!
For I'd have fur boots and a brown fur wrap,
And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap.
I'd have fur muffle-ruff to cover my jaws,
And brown fur mittens on my big brown paws.
With a big brown furry-down up to my head,
I'd sleep all the winter in a big fur bed.
