Christopher Robin Was Sitting Outside His Door,

I Have A House Where I Go, When There's Too Many People, I Have A House Where I Go Where No One Can Be; I Have A House Where I Go, Where Nobody Ever Says "no" Where No One Says Anything - So There Is No One But Me.

So He Started To Climb Out Of The Hole. He Pulled With His Front Paws, And Pushed With His Back Paws, And In A Little While His Nose Was In The Open Again ... And Then His Ears ... And Then His Front Paws ... And Then His Shoulders ... And Then-'oh, Help!' Said Pooh, 'i'd Better Go Back,' 'oh Bother!' Said Pooh, 'i Shall Have To Go On.' 'i Can't Do Either!' Said Pooh, 'oh Help And Bother!

You Gave Me Christopher Robin, And Then You Breathed New Life In Pooh. Whatever Of Each Has Left My Pen Goes Homing Back To You. My Book Is Ready, And Comes To Greet The Mother It Longs To See -- It Would Be My Present To You, My Sweet, If It Weren't Your Gift To Me.

I Suppose That Every One Of Us Hopes Secretly For Immortality; To Leave, I Mean, A Name Behind Him Which Will Live Forever In This World, Whatever He May Be Doing, Himself, In The Next.

It's So Much More Friendly With Two.