And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.

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.

Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?

No sensible author wants anything but praise.

No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.

Oh Tigger, where are your manners?" "I don’t know, but I bet they’re having more fun than I am.

Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?” "Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.