It Looks Like A Bothering Sort Of

My Spelling Is Wobbly. It's Good Spelling But It Wobbles, And The Letters Get In The Wrong Places.

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

Here Is Edward Bear, Coming Downstairs Now, Bump, Bump, Bump, On The Back Of His Head, Behind Christopher Robin. It Is, As Far As He Knows, The Only Way Of Coming Downstairs, But Sometimes He Feels That There Really Is Another Way, If Only He Could Stop Bumping For A Moment And Think Of It. And Then He Feels That Perhaps There Isn't.

There Was Once An Old Sailor My Grandfather Knew, Who Had So Many Things Which He Wanted To Do That, Whenever He Thought It Was Time To Begin, He Couldn't Because Of The State He Was In.

Pooh," Said Rabbit Kindly, "you Haven't Any Brain." "i Know," Said Pooh Humbly.