I feeling pretty sensibly that it was not going by the right door and knocking desperately at the wrong one, I told him of it: "Pooh," says he "my dear, any port in a storm."
Sing 'Booh to you Pooh, Pooh to you' And that's what I shall say!Sir W(illiam) S(chwenck) Gilbert
It was just as if somebody inside him were saying, "Now then, Pooh, time for a little something."a. a. milne
"I've got a sort of idea," said Pooh at last, "but I don't suppose it's a very good one." "I don't suppose it is either," said Eeyore.a. a. milne
Oh!" said Pooh again. "What is the North Pole?" "It's just a thing you discover," said Christopher Robin, not being quite sure himself.
Cuz I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh / T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo!
Pooh knew what he meant, but, being a Bear of Very Little Brain, couldn't think of the words.a. a. milne
"I've been finding things in the forest," said Tigger importantly. "I've found a Pooh and a piglet and an eeyore, but I can't find any breakfast."a. a. milne
"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred." Pooh thought for a while. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninetynine." Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said.a. a. milne
"In fact," said Rabbit, "Tigger's getting so Bouncy nowadays that it's time we taught him a lesson. Don't you think so Piglet?"a. a. milne
“Pooh,” said Rabbit kindly, “you haven’t any brain.” “I know,” said Pooh humbly.”a. a. milne
It sounded to him like a riddle, and he was never much good at riddles, being a Bear of Very Little Brain.a. a. milne
"Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!" "So do I," said Pooh.a. a. milne
These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only one in the forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many ways, able to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went all to pieces over delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTERED TOAST.a. a. milne
"Because my spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places."a. a. milne