It Is Impossible To Win Gracefully At

But [pooh] Couldn't Sleep. The More He Tried To Sleep The More He Couldn't. He Tried Counting Sheep, Which Is Sometimes A Good Way Of Getting To Sleep, And, As That Was No Good, He Tried Counting Heffalumps. And That Was Worse. Because Every Heffalump That He Counted Was Making Straight For A Pot Of Pooh's Honey, And Eating It All. For Some Minutes He Lay There Miserably, But When The Five Hundred And Eighty-seventh Heffalump Was Licking Its Jaws, And Saying To Itself, "very Good Honey This, I Don't Know When I've Tasted Better," Pooh Could Bear It No Longer.

Tut, Tut, Looks Like Rain

Sing Ho For The Life Of A Bear

Once Upon A Time There Were Three Little Foxes Who Didn't Wear Stockings, And They Didn't Wear Sockses, But They All Had Handkerchiefs To Blow Their Noses, And They Kept Their Handkerchiefs In Cardboard Boxes.

But Now I Am Six. And I'm Clever As Clever. And Now I Think I'll Stay Six Now Forever And Ever.