It is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book without any invitation from him at all.

If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.

The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?

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?

But it isn't easy,' said Pooh. 'Because Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.

I do like a little bit of butter to my bread.

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.