We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.

Tiggers don't like honey.

Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

Eeyore, the old grey donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."

If you were a bird, and lived on high, You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, You'd say to the wind when it took you away: 'That's where I wanted to go today!

I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.

Some have brains, and some haven't, and there it is.