We'll Be Friends Forever, Won't

Here Is Edward Bear, Coming Downstairs Now, Bump, Bump, Bump, On The Back Of His Head, Behind Christopher Robin. It Is, As Far As He Knows, The Only Way Of Coming Downstairs, But Sometimes He Feels That There Really Is Another Way, If Only He Could Stop Bumping For A Moment And Think Of It. And Then He Feels That Perhaps There Isn't.

If You Want To Make A Song More Hummy, Add A Few Tiddely Poms.

On Tuesday, When It Hails And Snows, The Feeling On Me Grows And Grows That Hardly Anybody Knows If Those Are These Or These Are Those.

When Late Morning Rolls Around And You're Feeling A Bit Out Of Sorts, Don't Worry; You're Probably Just A Little Eleven O'clockish.

Something Feels Funny. I Must Be Thinking Too Hard.