(all material presented on this page retains original copyrights. "Hallo, Pooh," said Rabbit. "Hallo, Rabbit," said Pooh dreamily. "Did you make that song up?" "Well, I sort of made it up," said Pooh. "It isn't Brain," he went on humbly, "because You Know Why, Rabbit; but it comes to me sometimes." "Ah!" said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them. ~The House at Pooh Corner *****Contents****. Little Hum. ANXIOUS POOH SONG. a very funny thought. Outdoor Hum for Snowy Weather. Cloud Song. song. Hum.  NOISE, BY POOH. Where's My Honey?.  rhyme. lines written by a bear of very little brain. If.... Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!. warm and sunny Spot. the expotition. a little thing Pooh thought of. poem for piglet peom written by eeyore. Isn't it funny How a bear likes honey Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does? It's a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees And that being so (if Bees were Bears) We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs. How sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue! Every little cloud Always sings aloud. How sweet to be a Cloud Floating in the Blue! It makes him very proud To be a little cloud. Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum. Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle, Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle, Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um. It's very, very funny, 'Cos I know I had some honey; 'Cos it had a label on, Saying HUNNY. A goloptious full-up pot too, And I don't know where it's got to, No, I don't know where it's gone- Well, it's funny. LINES WRITTEN BY A BEAR OF VERY LITTLE BRAIN On Monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself a lot: Now is it true, or is it not, That what is which and which is what? On Tuesday, when it hails and snows The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those. On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, And I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who. On Thursday, when it starts to freeze And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees, How very readily one sees That these are whose- but whose are these? On Friday- (sadly, this was never finished, due to an untimely interruption from Kanga) Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear! Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear! I don't much mind if it rains or snows, 'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice new nose, I don't much care if it snows or thaws, 'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice clean paws! Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear! Sing Ho! for the life of a Pooh! And I'll have a little something in an hour or two! They all went off to discover the Pole, Owl and Piglet and Rabbit and all; It's a Thing you Discover, as I've been tole By Owl and Piglet and Rabbit and all. Eeyore, Christopher Robin and Pooh And Rabbit's relations all went too- And where the Pole was none of them knew.... Sing Hey! for Owl and Rabbit and all! ANXIOUS POOH SONG 3 Cheers for Pooh! (For Who?) For Pooh- (Why what did he do?) I thought you knew; He saved his friend from a wetting! 3 Cheers for Bear! (For where?) For Bear- He couldn't swim, But he rescued him! (He rescued who?) Oh, listen, do! I am talking of Pooh- (Of who?) Of Pooh! (I'm sorry I keep forgetting.) Well, Pooh was a Bear of Enormous Brain (Just say it again!) Of enormous brain- (Of enormous what?) Well, he ate a lot, And I don't know if he could swim or not, But he managed to float On a sort of boat (On a sort of what?) Well, a sort of pot- So now let's give him three hearty cheers (So now let's give him three hearty whiches?) And hope he'll be with us for years and years, And grow in health and wisdom and riches! 3 Cheers for Pooh! (For who?) For Pooh- 3 Cheers for Bear! (For where?) For Bear- 3 Cheers for the wonderful Winnie-the-Pooh! (Just tell me, somebody- WHAT DID HE DO?) The more it snows (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom), On snowing. And nobody knows (Tiddely pom), How cold my toes (Tiddely pom), How cold my toes (Tiddely pom), Are growing. I could spend a happy morning Seeing Roo, I could spend a happy morning Being Pooh. For it doesn't seem to matter If I don't get any fatter (And I don't get any fatter), What I do. Oh, I like his way of talking, Yes, I do. It's the nicest way of talknig Just for two. And a Help-yourself with Rabbit Though it may become a habit, Is a pleasant sort of habit For a Pooh. I could spend a happy morning Seeing Piglet. And I couldn't spend a happy morning Not seeing Piglet. And it doesn't seem to matter If I don't see Owl and Eeyore (or any of the others), And I'm not going to see Owl or Eeyore (or any of the others) Or Christopher Robin. NOISE, BY POOH Oh, the butterflies are flying, Now the winter days are dying. And the primroses are trying To be seen. And the turtle-doves are cooing, And the woods are up and doing, For the violets are blue-ing In the green. Oh, the honey-bees are gumming On their little wings, and humming That the summer, which is coming Will be fun. And the cows are almost cooing, And the turtle doves are mooing, Which is why a Pooh is poohing In the sun. For the spring is really springing; You can see a skylark singing, And the blue-bells, which are ringing, Can be heard. And the cuckoo isn't cooing, But he's cucking and he's ooing, And a Pooh is simply poohing Like a bird. Here is a myst'ry About a little fir-tree. Owl says it's his tree, And Kanga says it's her tree. If Rabbit Was bigger And fatter And stronger, Or bigger Than Tigger, If Tigger was smaller, Then Tigger's bad habit Of bouncing at Rabbit Would matter No longer, If Rabbit Was taller. This warm and sunny Spot Belongs to Pooh And here he wonders what He's going to do. Oh, bother, I forget- It's Piglet's too. I lay on my chest And I thought it best To pretend I was having an evening rest; I lay on my tum And I tried to hum But nothing particular seemed to come. My face was flat On the floor, and that Is all very well for an acrobat; But it doesn't seem fair To a Friendly Bear To stiffen him out with a basket-chair. And a sort of sqoze Which grows and grows Is not too nice for his poor old nose, And a sort of squch Is much too much For his neck and his mouth and his ears and such. Here lies a tree which Owl (a bird) Was fond of when it stood on end, And Owl was talking to a friend Called Me (in case you hadn't heard) When something Oo occurred. For lo! the wind was blusterous And flattened out his favourite tree; And things looks bad for him and we- Looked bad, I mean, for he and us- I've never known them wuss. Then Piglet (PIGLET) thought a thing: "Courage!" he said. "There's always hope. I want a thinnish piece of rope. Or, if there isn't any bring A thickish piece of string." So to the letter-box he rose, While Pooh and Owl said "Oh!" and "Hum!" And where the letters always come (Called "LETTERS ONLY") Piglet sqoze His head and then his toes. O gallant Piglet (PIGLET)! Ho! Did Piglet tremble? Did he blinch? No, No, he struggled inch by inch Through LETTERS ONLY, as I know Because I saw him go. He ran and ran, and then he stood And shouted, "Help for Owl, a bird And Pooh, a bear!" until he heard The others coming through the wood As quickly as they could. "Help-help and Rescue!" Piglet cried And showed the others where to go. Sing ho! for Piglet (PIGLET) ho And soon the door was opened wide And we were both outside! Sing ho! for Piglet, ho! Ho! POEM written by Eeyore in a Quiet Moment Christopher Robin is going. At least I think he is. Where? Nobody knows. But he is going- I mean he goes (To rhyme with "knows") Do we care? ( To rhyme with "where") We do very much. (I haven't got a rhyme for that "is" in the second line yet. Bother.) (Now I haven't got a rhyme for bother. Bother.) Those two bothers will have to rhyme with each other Buther. The fact is this is more difficult than I thought I ought- (Very good indeed) I ought To begin again, But it is easier To stop. Christopher Robin, good-bye I (Good) I And all your friends Sends- I mean all your friend Send- (Very akward this, it keeps going wrong) Well, anyhow, we send Our love. END. "But it isn't Easy," said Pooh to himself... "Because Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you." ~The House at Pooh Corner Disclaimer: The fictional characters Winnie-the-Pooh, Eeyore, Rabbit, Tigger, Piglet, Owl, Kanga, Roo, and Christopher Robin, are based on the original works of A. A. Milne and Ernest H. Shepard. These characters, and their names are registered trademarks of Dutton Children's Books. Dutton Children's Books in no way endorses this Web site, nor are they affiliated with this page in any way. The information on this page comes from Winnie-The-Pooh, Copyright 1926 by E. P. Dutton, Copyright renewal 1954 by A. A. Milne; and from The House At Pooh Corner, Copyright 1928 by E. P. Dutton, Copyright renewal 1956 by A. A. Milne. Those books are published in the United States by Dutton Children's Books, a division of Penguin Books USA Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014.