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.

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

No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was human nature.

Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

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."

Tut, Tut, looks like rain