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.

What day is it?" It's today," squeaked Piglet. My favorite day," said Pooh.

"I just like to know," said Pooh humbly.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

And that, said John, is that.

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.

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