Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

Dig a little deeper. Think of something that we've never thought of before.

Now then, Pooh," said Christopher Robin, "where's your boat?" "I ought to say," explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, "that it isn't just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it's a Boat, and sometimes it's more of an Accident. It all depends." "Depends on what?" "On whether I'm on the top of it or underneath it.

When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don't eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out.

You never can tell with bees.

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