Sing Ho! for
the life of a Bear!
Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear!
I don't much mind if it rains or snows,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice new nose!
I don't much care if it snows or thaws,
'Cos I've got a lot of honey on my nice clean paws!
Sing Ho!
for a Bear!
Sing Ho!
for a Pooh!
And I'll have a little something in a hour or two!
He was so pleased with this song he sang it all the way to the top of
the Forest, "and if I go on sining it much longer," he thought, it will
be time for the little something, and then the last line won't be true."
So he turned it into a hum instead.
Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots.
As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an adventure was going
to happen, and he brushed the honey of his nose with the back of his paw,
and spruced himslef up as well as he could, so as to look Ready for Anything.
" Good moring, Christopher Robin," he called out.
" Hallo, Pooh Bear. I can't get this boot on."
"That's bad," said Pooh.
" Do you think you could very kindly lean against me 'cos I keep pulling so hard I fall over backwards."
Pooh sat down, dug his feet into the ground, and pushed against Christopher
Robin's back, and Christopher Robin pushed hard against his, and pulled
at his boot until he got it on.
Then,
suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world,
with his chin in his
hands, called out "Pooh!"
"Yes?" said Pooh.
"When I'm--when--Pooh!"
"Yes, Christopher Robin?"
"I'm not going to do Nothing any more."
"Never again?"
"Well, not so much. They don't let you."
Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again.
"Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully.
"Pooh, when I'm--you know--when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up
here
sometimes?"
"Just Me?"
"Yes, Pooh."
"Will you be here too?"
"Yes, Pooh, I will be, really. I promise I will be, Pooh."
"That's good," said Pooh
"Pooh,
promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought for a little.
"How old shall I be then?"
"Ninety-nine."
Pooh nodded.
"I promise," he said
Still with his eyes on
the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh's paw.
"Pooh," said Christopher
Robin earnestly, "if I--if I'm not quite---" he stopped and tried
again--"Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?"
"Understand what?"
"Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come on!"
"Where?" said Pooh.
"Anywhere," said Christopher Robin.
So they went off together.
But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the
way, in that enchanted
place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always
be playing.
An Enchanted Place from 'The House At Pooh Corner' by A A Milne