Promise Me You'll Always Remember: You're Braver

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.

If You Were A Cloud, And Sailed Up There, You'd Sail On Water As Blue As Air, And You'd See Me Here In The Fields And Say: 'doesn't The Sky Look Green Today?

In A Very Little Time They Got To The Corner Of The Field By The Side Of The Pine Wood Where Eeyore's House Wasn't Any Longer. 'there!' Said Eeyore. 'not A Stick Of It Left! Of Course, I've Still Got All This Snow To Do What I Like With. One Mustn't Complain.

Always Watch Where You Are Going. Otherwise, You May Step On A Piece Of The Forest That Was Left Out By Mistake.

When You Do The Things That You Can Do, You Will Find A Way.