Mind Over Matter, Will Make The Pooh

If There's A Buzzing-noise, Somebody's Making A Buzzing-noise, And The Only Reason For Making A Buzzing-noise That I Know Of Is Because You're A Bee.

If You Were A Bird, And Lived On High, You'd Lean On The Wind When The Wind Came By, You'd Say To The Wind When It Took You Away: 'that's Where I Wanted To Go Today!

Hallo, Eeyore." "same To You, Pooh Bear, And Twice On Thursdays," Said Eeyore Gloomily. Before Pooh Could Say: 'why Thursdays?' Christopher Robin Began To Explain The Sad Story Of Eeyore's Lost House.

No Brain At All, Some Of Them [people], Only Grey Fluff That's Blown Into Their Heads By Mistake, And They Don't Think.

No Sensible Author Wants Anything But Praise.