Lines written by a Bear With Very Little Brain

by A. A. Milne


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
The 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 itís 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-


sadly, this was never finished, due to an untimely interruption from Kanga
from "The House at Pooh-corner"