LINES WRITTEN BY A BEAR
OF VERY LITTLE BRAIN
by Winnie-the-Pooh
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?"
On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
That feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those.
On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it's true
That who is what and what is who.
On Thursday, when it starts to freeze
And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,
How very readily one sees
That these are whose - but whose are these?
On Friday --- when the moon glows bright,
The woods are filled with such a light,
My friends can see that I am near
Why, here I am! --- Why am I here?
Have you read the tao of pooh?
ReplyDeleteYes, about ten years ago. Very deep.
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