"i Just Like To Know," Said Pooh

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved More Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, “there Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.” But All The Little Streams Higher Up In The Forest Went This Way And That, Quickly, Eagerly, Having So Much To Find Out Before It Was Too Late.

When We Asked Pooh What The Opposite Of An Introduction Was, He Said "the What Of A What?" Which Didn't Help Us As Much As We Had Hoped, But Luckily Owl Kept His Head And Told Us That The Opposite Of An Introduction, My Dear Pooh, Was A Contradiction; And, As He Is Very Good At Long Words, I Am Sure That That's What It Is.

Christopher Robin Was Home By This Time, Because It Was The Afternoon, And He Was So Glad To See Them That They Stayed There Until Very Nearly Tea-time, And Then They Had A Very Nearly Tea, Which Is One You Forget About Afterwards, And Hurried On To Pooh Corner, So As To See Eeyore Before It Was Too Late To Have A Proper Tea With Owl.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

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.