Some Have Brains, And Some Haven't, And

Christopher Robin Was Home By This Time, Because It Was The Afternoon, And He Was So Glad To See Them That They Stayed There Until Very Nearly Tea-time, And Then They Had A Very Nearly Tea, Which Is One You Forget About Afterwards, And Hurried On To Pooh Corner, So As To See Eeyore Before It Was Too Late To Have A Proper Tea With Owl.

The Third-rate Mind Is Only Happy When It Is Thinking With The Majority. The Second-rate Mind Is Only Happy When It Is Thinking With The Minority. The First-rate Mind Is Only Happy When It Is Thinking.

If There's A Buzzing-noise, Somebody's Making A Buzzing-noise, And The Only Reason For Making A Buzzing-noise That I Know Of Is Because You're A Bee.

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.

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