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| MORNING SONG 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 talking 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 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 Pooing In the sun. For the spring is really springing, You can see the 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 cooing, And a Pooh is simply pooing Like a bird. |
| RHYME 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. |
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| SONG FOR SNOWY WEATHER The more it SNOWS-tiddley-pom The more it GOES-tiddley-pom The more it GOES-tiddley-pom on Snowing. And Nobody KNOWS-tiddley-pom, How cold my TOES-tiddley-pom Are GROWING. |
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| "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." |
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