Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.

Turn Around, Piglet. Step Lightly, Pooh. This Silly Ol' Dance Is Perfect For Two.

You Gave Me Christopher Robin, And Then You Breathed New Life In Pooh. Whatever Of Each Has Left My Pen Goes Homing Back To You. My Book Is Ready, And Comes To Greet The Mother It Longs To See -- It Would Be My Present To You, My Sweet, If It Weren't Your Gift To Me.

Be Sure To Put The Knocker Fairly Low On Your Door In Case A Very Small Friend Drops By.

Promise Me You'll Always Remember: You're Braver Than You Believe, And Stronger Than You Seem, And Smarter Than You Think.

They Wanted To Come In After The Pounds", Explained Pooh, "so I Let Them. It's The Best Way To Write Poetry, Letting Things Come.