A.A. Milne

Pooh doesn’t mind. Some have brains, and some haven’t, he says, and there it is.

Isn’t it funny

How a bear likes honey?

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

I wonder why he does?

‘It’s like this,’ he said. ‘When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you’re coming.

“I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say 'Tut-​tut, it looks like rain. ' I think, if you did that, it would help the de‍­cep‍­tion which we are prac‍­tising on these bees.”

Well, you laughed to your‍­self, “Silly old Bear !” but you didn't say it aloud be‍­cause you were so fond of him, and you went home for your um‍­brella.

“Oh, there you are!” called down Winnie-​the-Pooh, as soon as you got back to the tree. “I was be‍­gin‍­ning to get anxious.

“I have just been think‍­ing, and I have come to a very im‍­port‍­ant de‍­cision. These are the wrong sort of bees.”

“Are they?”

“Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn't you?”

“Would they?”

“Yes. So I think I shall come down.”

“How?” asked you.

Winnie-​the-Pooh hadn't thought about this. If he let go of the string, he would fall-​bump-and he didn't like the idea of that. So he thought for a long time, and then he said:

“Chris‍­toph‍­er Robin, you must shoot the bal‍­loon with your gun. Have you got your gun?”

“Of course I have,” you said. “But if I do that, it will spoil the bal‍­loon,” you said. But if you don't” said Pooh, “I shall have to let go, and that would spoil me.”

When he put it like this, you saw how it was, and you aimed very care‍­fully at the bal‍­loon, and fired.

“Ow!” said Pooh.

“Did I miss?” you asked.

“You didn't ex‍­actly miss,” said Pooh, “but you missed the bal‍­loon.”

“I'm so sorry,” you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the bal‍­loon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-​the-Pooh floated down to the ground.

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

Isn't it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?

song:

How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings aloud.
"How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!"
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud.

Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum.
Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,
Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,
Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um.

"It all comes," said Rabbit sternly, "of eating too much. I thought at the time," said Rabbit, "only I didn't like to say anything," said Rabbit, "that one of us was eating too much," said Rabbit, "and I knew it wasn't me," he said. "Well, well, I shall go and fetch Christopher Robin."