Between the woods the afternoon
Its fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skie
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to the

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle P
A little black nothing of feet and
And by-and-by, when his eyes came
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo
And all that he learned he learned

I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
‘Where are you going to, Man?’ I
(I said to the Man as he went by)

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,

When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the a
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the
Then I pass

Wherever I am, there’s always Poo
There’s always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
“Where are you going today?” says
“Well, that’s very odd 'cos I was

There are lions and roaring tigers
and enormous camels and things,
There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons,
and a great big bear with wings.
There’s a sort of a tiny potamus,

There are lots and lots of people
Like Dates and Pounds-and-ounces
And the answer’s always Sixpence
And I know they’ll think me silly
So Pooh and I go whispering, and

I went into a house, and it wasn’t
It has big steps and a great big h
But it hasn’t got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,

Same old trenches, same old view,
Same old rats as blooming tame,
Same old dug-outs, nothing new,
Same old smell, the very same,
Same old bodies out in front,