A Pipe In The Mouth Makes It

He Thought How Sad It Was To Be An Animal Who Had Never Had A Bunch Of Violets Picked For Him.

Now Then, Pooh," Said Christopher Robin, "where's Your Boat?" "i Ought To Say," Explained Pooh As They Walked Down To The Shore Of The Island, "that It Isn't Just An Ordinary Sort Of Boat. Sometimes It's A Boat, And Sometimes It's More Of An Accident. It All Depends." "depends On What?" "on Whether I'm On The Top Of It Or Underneath It.

And That, Said John, Is That.

When Late Morning Rolls Around And You're Feeling A Bit Out Of Sorts, Don't Worry; You're Probably Just A Little Eleven O'clockish.

I'm Not Lost For I Know Where I Am. But However, Where I Am May Be Lost.