Mind Over Matter, Will Make

Christopher Robin ... Just Said It Had An "x."' 'it Isn't Their Necks I Mind,' Said Piglet Earnestly. 'it's Their Teeth.

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.

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.

The Dormouse Looked Out, And He Said With A Sigh: "i Suppose All These People Know Better Than I. It Was Silly, Perhaps, But I Did Like The View Of Geraniums (red) And Delphiniums (blue).

On Monday, When The Sun Is Hot, I Wonder To Myself A Lot. Now Is It True, Or Is It Not, That What Is Which And Which Is What?