Winnie the Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think

He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song He was nearly there now, and if he just s t o o d o n t h a t branch

Now I am, said a growly voice

Good morning, Christopher Robin, he said

Then I will go on, said I

Isnt it funny

If only I hadnt he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch

Isnt it funny

Theyd build their nests at the bottom of trees

Was that me? said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it

Then he climbed a little further and a little further and then just a little further By that time he had thought of another song

Theyd build their nests at the bottom of trees

It all comes, I suppose, he decided, as he said good bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse bush, it all comes of liking honey so much Oh, help

He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song He was nearly there now, and if he just s t o o d o n t h a t branch

One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing noise

Theyd build their nests at the bottom of trees

And then he got up, and said: And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it So he began to climb the tree

We shouldnt have to climb up all these stairs

Then he thought another long time, and said: And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey

So Winnie the Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the Forest

And then he got up, and said: And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it So he began to climb the tree

Buzz Buzz

Crack

And that being so if the Bees were Bears,

Of course, it was rather he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches

Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and pinker

Then he thought another long time, and said: And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey

Theyd build their nests at the bottom of trees

Was that me? said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it