A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey left inside.
If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.
It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.
No sensible author wants anything but praise.
Owl hasn't exactly got Brain, but he Knows Things.
This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.