Walking With Her Man, Lost

This Writing Business. Pencils And What-not. Over-rated, If You Ask Me. Silly Stuff. Nothing In It.

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.

Walking With Her Man, Lost In A Dream

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

It's Not Much Of A Tail, But I'm Sort Of Attached To It.