Winnie the Pooh

'Hallo, Roo, my little fellow!'

'We were just going home,' said Kanga. 'Good afternoon, Rabbit. Good afternoon,

Piglet.'

Rabbit and Piglet, who had now come up from the other side of the hill, said

'Good afternoon,' and 'Hallo, Roo,' and Roo asked them to look at him jumping,

so they stayed and looked.

And Kanga looked too...

'Oh, Kanga,' said Pooh, after Rabbit had winked at him twice, 'I don't know if

you are interested in Poetry at all?'

'Hardly at all,' said Kanga.

'Oh!' said Pooh.

'Roo, dear, just one more jump and then we must go home.'

There was a short silence while Roo fell down another mouse-hole.

'Go on,' said Rabbit in a loud whisper behind his paw.

'Talking of Poetry,' said Pooh, 'I made up a little piece as I was coming along.

It went like this. Er-now let me see-'

'Fancy!' said Kanga. 'Now Roo, dear-'

'You'll like this piece of poetry,' said Rabbit.

'You'll love it,' said Piglet.

'You must listen very carefully,' said Rabbit.

'So as not to miss any of it,' said Piglet.

'Oh, yes,' said Kanga, but she still looked at Baby Roo.

'How did it go, Pooh?' said Rabbit.

Pooh gave a little cough and began.

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