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

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,

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

Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum.
Tiddle-id dle, tiddle-iddle,
Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,

These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.
I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.
Both of them have different names.

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

Christopher Robin
Had wheezles
And sneezles,
They bundled him
Into

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,

When Anne and I go out a walk,
We hold each other’s hand and talk
Of all the things we mean to do
When Anne and I are forty-two.
And when we’ve thought about a thi