If There's A Buzzing-noise, Somebody's Making A

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.

Dig A Little Deeper. Think Of Something That We've Never Thought Of Before.

Time For A Little Something.

Sometimes,' Said Pooh, 'the Smallest Things Take Up The Most Room In Your Heart.

For I Am A Bear Of Very Little Brain, And Long Words Bother Me.