It Is Hard To Be Brave, When

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.

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved More Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, “there Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.” But All The Little Streams Higher Up In The Forest Went This Way And That, Quickly, Eagerly, Having So Much To Find Out Before It Was Too Late.

So - Here I Am In The Dark Alone, There's Nobody Here To See; I Think To Myself, I Play To Myself, And Nobody Knows What I Say To Myself; Here I Am In The Dark Alone, What Is It Going To Be? I Can Think Whatever I Like To Think, I Can Play Whatever I Like To Play, I Can Laugh Whatever I Like To Laugh, There's Nobody Here But Me.

Oh, Eeyore, You Are Wet!” Said Piglet, Feeling Him. Eeyore Shook Himself, And Asked Somebody To Explain To Piglet What Happened When You Had Been Inside A River For Quite A Long Time.

So He Started To Climb Out Of The Hole. He Pulled With His Front Paws, And Pushed With His Back Paws, And In A Little While His Nose Was In The Open Again ... And Then His Ears ... And Then His Front Paws ... And Then His Shoulders ... And Then-'oh, Help!' Said Pooh, 'i'd Better Go Back,' 'oh Bother!' Said Pooh, 'i Shall Have To Go On.' 'i Can't Do Either!' Said Pooh, 'oh Help And Bother!