#EnglishWriters
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,
Jonathan Jo Has a mouth like an 'O’ And a wheelbarrow full of surprise… If you ask for a bat, Or for something like that,
There were Two Little Bears who… And one of them was Bad and the o… Good Bear learnt his Twice Times… But Bad Bear left all his buttons… They lived in a Tree when the wea…
Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he
Whenever I walk in a London stree… I’m ever so careful to watch my fe… And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready…
John had Great Big Waterproof Boots on; John had a
Ernest was an elephant, a great bi… Leonard was a lion with a six foot… George was a goat, and his beard w… And James was a very small snail. Leonard had a stall, and a great b…
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…
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere
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…
What shall I call My dear little dormouse? His eyes are small, But his tail is e-nor-mouse. I sometimes call him Terrible Joh…
Little Boy kneels at the foot of… Droops on the little hands little… Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! Christopher Robin is saying his p… God bless Mummy. I know that’s ri…
Of all the Knights in Appledore The wisest was Sir Thomas Tom. He multiplied as far as four, And knew what nine was taken from To make eleven. He could write
Once upon a time there were three… Who didn’t wear stockings, and the… But they all had handkerchiefs to… And they kept their handkerchiefs… And they lived in forest in three…
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…