Brains First And Then Hard Work.

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.

It Was A Drowsy Summer Afternoon, And The Forest Was Full Of Gentle Sounds, Which All Seemed To Be Saying To Pooh, 'don't Listen To Rabbit, Listen To Me.' So He Got In A Comfortable Position For Not Listening To Rabbit.

If You Were A Cloud, And Sailed Up There, You'd Sail On Water As Blue As Air, And You'd See Me Here In The Fields And Say: 'doesn't The Sky Look Green Today?

"i Just Like To Know," Said Pooh Humbly.

Don't Talk Anybody, Don't Come Near! Can't You See The Fish Might Hear? He Thinks I'm Playing With A Piece Of String; He Thinks I'm Another Sort Of Funny Thing, But He Doesn't Know I'm Fishing - He Doesn't Know I'm Fishing. That's What I'm Doing - Fishing.