Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,There’s always Pooh and Me.Whatever I do, he wants to do,“Where are you going today?” says Pooh:“Well, that’s very odd ’cos I was too.Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he.“Let’s go together,” says Pooh.
“What’s twice eleven?” I said to Pooh.(“Twice what?” said Pooh to Me.)“I think it ought to be twenty-two.”“Just what I think myself,” said Pooh.“It wasn’t an easy sum to do,But that’s what it is,” said Pooh, said he.“That’s what it is,” said Pooh.
“Let’s look for dragons,” I said to Pooh.“Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to Me.We crossed the river and found a few—“Yes, those are dragons all right,” said Pooh.“As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.That’s what they are,” said Pooh, said he.“That’s what they are,” said Pooh.
“Let’s frighten the dragons,” I said to Pooh.“That’s right,” said Pooh to Me.“I’m not afraid,” I said to Pooh,And I held his paw and I shouted “Shoo!Silly old dragons!”—and off they flew.“I wasn’t afraid,” said Pooh, said he,“I’m never afraid with you.”
So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,There’s always Pooh and Me.“What would I do?” I said to Pooh,“If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,It isn’t much fun for One, but TwoCan stick together,” says Pooh, says he.“That’s how it is,” says Pooh.
