A.A. Milne

Pooh doesn’t mind. Some have brains, and some haven’t, he says, and there it is.

Isn’t it funny

How a bear likes honey?

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

I wonder why he does?

‘It’s like this,’ he said. ‘When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you’re coming.

Perhaps I had better go a little further ... just in case ... in case Heffalumps don't like cheese ... same as me.... Ah!" And he gave a deep sigh. "I was right. It is honey, right the way down."

Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.

"Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
" Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."

Robin. "How I do love you!"

"So do I," said Pooh.

A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly

"But is it really your birthday?" he asked.

"It is."

"Oh! Well, Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore.

"And many happy returns to you, Pooh Bear."

"But it isn't my birthday."

"No, it's mine."

"But you said 'Many happy returns'——"