Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,

"Where are you going today?" says Pooh...
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.

"Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.

"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh,

"Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.
"I think it ought to be twenty two."

"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do, But that's what it is,"

said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.
"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh. 

"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few...

"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.

That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.
"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.

"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,

And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"... and off they flew.

"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you." S

o wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,

"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said... "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two Can stick together,"

says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.



Getting married is one of the most important things you can ever do. This is what happens.

First the boy asks the girl’s Dad if he will let him marry her. This is meant to be a surprise but the girl’s Mum has normally found out first. The Dad always says yes - specially if the boy has got lots of money. Then he shakes his hand and tells hundred of rude stories about him and Mum.

Then the Mum and the girl go shopping for millions of new clothes. They get fancy hairstyles and the girl buys a dress that is much too long for her.

Just before the boy gets married his mates go out with him for a feast and they drink masses of beer.

On the day you get married you have to stand up in front of all the people and answer questions to see how much you Love the other person. Then you must both make some promises of love that go like this . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“I promise this person that I will look after them forever, specially if they get very poorly”.

“I promise this person that I will share out all my private things like secrets, money and sweets”.

“I promise I won’t get cross or giggle if this person whiffs in bed or goes to the loo in front of me because I love all the things about this person (even if they are horrid)”.

When the girl comes out of the service she throws her flowers up in the air and the first person to catch them will be the next to get married.

After the marriage everyone goes to a huge party with Love Pie and Cuddle Cake and such saucy drinking potion that they all dance and kiss and happy around until the whole place is bursting full of love. Right at the end the Marrieds drive off to a secret place with all their presents where they go to bed and get ready to love each other for the whole of the rest of their life



Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare's very long ears. He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.

"Guess how much I love you," he said.

 "Oh, I don't think I could guess that," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

"This much," said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.

Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms. "But I love YOU this much," he said.

 Hmm, that is a lot, thought Litlle Nutbrown Hare. "I love you as high as I can reach," said Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you as high as I can reach," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that.

"I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river," cried Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you across the river and over the hills," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That's very far, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. He was almost too sleepy to think any more.

Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. Nothing could be further than the sky."I love you right up to the MOON," he said, and closed his eyes.

"Oh that's far," said Big Nutbrown Hare. "that is very, very far."

Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him good night. Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile,

"I love you right up to the moon - AND BACK."





"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"Someone made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."


THE OWL & THE PUSSY-CAT   By Edward Lear


The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'


Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.


'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.



Today is your day.   You’re off to great places! 

You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.  You have feet in your shoes. 

You can steer yourself any direction you choose.

You’re on your own. And you know what you know. 

And YOU are the couple who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care. 

About some you will say,

 “We don’t choose to go there.”

With your heads full of brains and your shoes full of feet, 

you’re too smart to go down, any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. 

In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town.


It’s opener there in the wide open air,

Out there things can happen and frequently do

to people as brainy and footsy as you. 

And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. 

Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.


Oh the places you'll go!

You’ll be on your way up!  You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to great heights! 

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have all the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang, and you’ll soon take the lead.  Wherever you fly you’ll be best of the best. 

Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.  Because sometimes, you won’t. 

You’ll get mixed up of course, as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up with so many strange birds as you go. 

So be sure when you step.
Step with great care and great tact and remember that

Life’s a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. 

And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?

Yes! You will indeed!  (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kids, you'll move mountains!
So, be your name Buxbaum or Dowrie or Bass or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to great places!
Today is your day!  Your mountain is waiting.
So … get on your way!

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