One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

It looks like a bothering sort of day.

There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew, Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in.

Christopher Robin was home by this time, because it was the afternoon, and he was so glad to see them that they stayed there until very nearly tea-time, and then they had a Very Nearly tea, which is one you forget about afterwards, and hurried on to Pooh Corner, so as to see Eeyore before it was too late to have a Proper Tea with Owl.

Owl hasn't exactly got Brain, but he Knows Things.

Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness.

A Fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.