If You Want To Make A Song

I Have Been Foolish And Deluded, And I Am A Bear Of No Brain At All.

The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore Stood By Himself In A Thistly Corner Of The Forest, His Front Feet Well Apart, His Head On One Side, And Thought About Things. Sometimes He Thought Sadly To Himself, "why?" And Sometimes He Thought, "wherefore?" And Sometimes He Thought, "inasmuch As Which?" And Sometimes He Didn't Quite Know What He Was Thinking About.

When We Asked Pooh What The Opposite Of An Introduction Was, He Said "the What Of A What?" Which Didn't Help Us As Much As We Had Hoped, But Luckily Owl Kept His Head And Told Us That The Opposite Of An Introduction, My Dear Pooh, Was A Contradiction; And, As He Is Very Good At Long Words, I Am Sure That That's What It Is.

I Suppose This Is The Reason Why Diaries Are So Rarely Kept Nowadays- That Nothing Ever Happens To Anybody.

Pooh Looked At His Two Paws. He Knew That One Of Them Was The Right, And He Knew That When You Had Decided Which One Of Them Was The Right, Then The Other One Was The Left, But He Never Could Remember How To Begin.