Винни-Пух

           RabbitandPiglet,whohadnowcomeupfromtheothersideofthehill,said"Goodafternoon,"and"Hallo,Roo,"andRooaskedthemtolookathimjumping,sotheystayedandlooked.

           AndKangalookedtoo....

           "Oh,Kanga,"saidPooh,afterRabbithadwinkedathimtwice,"Idon’tknowifyouareinterestedinPoetryatall?"

           "Hardlyatall,"saidKanga.

           "Oh!"saidPooh.

           "Roo,dear,justonemorejumpandthenwemustgohome."

           TherewasashortsilencewhileRoofelldownanothermouse-hole.

           "Goon,"saidRabbitinaloudwhisperbehindhispaw.

           "TalkingofPoetry,"saidPooh,"ImadeupalittlepieceasIwascomingalong.Itwentlikethis.Er—nowletmesee—"

           "Fancy!"saidKanga."NowRoo,dear—"

           "You’lllikethispieceofpoetry,"saidRabbit.

           "You’llloveit,"saidPiglet.

           "Youmustlistenverycarefully,"saidRabbit.

           "Soasnottomissanyofit,"saidPiglet.

           "Oh,yes,"saidKanga,butshestilllookedatBabyRoo.

           "Howdiditgo,Pooh?"saidRabbit.

           Poohgavealittlecoughandbegan.

           LINESWRITTENBYABEAROFVERYLITTLEBRAIN

           OnMonday,whenthesunishot

           Iwondertomyselfalot:

           "Nowisittrue,orisitnot,"

           "Thatwhatiswhichandwhichiswhat?"

           OnTuesday,whenithailsandsnows,

           Thefeelingonmegrowsandgrows

           Thathardlyanybodyknows

           Ifthosearetheseorthesearethose.

           OnWednesday,whentheskyisblue,

           AndIhavenothingelsetodo,

           Isometimeswonderifit’strue

           Thatwhoiswhatandwhatiswho.