And The Only Reason For Making Honey

Well," Said Pooh, "what I Like Best," And Then He Had To Stop And Think. Because Although Eating Honey Was A Very Good Thing To Do, There Was A Moment Just Before You Began To Eat It Which Was Better Than When You Were, But He Didn't Know What It Was Called.

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.

Why Does A Silly Bird Go On Saying "chiff-chaff" All Day Long? Is It Happiness Or Hiccups?

They Wanted To Come In After The Pounds", Explained Pooh, "so I Let Them. It's The Best Way To Write Poetry, Letting Things Come.

Piglet: "how Do You Spell 'love'?" Winnie The Pooh: "you Don't Spell It...you Feel It."