The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

This could be the room of any small boy, but it just happens to belong to a boy named Christopher Robin. Like most small boys Christopher Robin has toy animals to play with, and they all live together in a wonderful world of make-belief. But his best friend is a bear called Winnie the Pooh or Pooh for short. Now Pooh had some very unusual adventures and they all happened right here in the Hundred Acre Wood.

Deep in the hundred acre wood where Christopher Robin plays

You'll find the enchanted neighborhood of Christopher's childhood days

A donkey named Eeyore is his friend and Kanga and little Roo

There's Rabbit and Piglet and there's Owl, but most of all Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly silly old bear

Winnie the Pooh (pooh)

Winnie the Pooh (pooh)

Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly silly old bear

Winnie the Pooh lived in this enchanted forest under the name of Sanders, which means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and he lived under it. Now when Pooh heard his Pooh-coo clock (pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo) he knew it was time for something, but he was a bear of very little brain, so when he thought he thought in the most thoughtful way he could think.

Haven't thought of anything, have you? No, neither have I. Think, think, think. Oh, yes. Time for my stoutness exercise. Up, down, up

When I up, down, touch the ground

It puts me in the mood,

Up, down touch the ground

In the mood (smack, smack) for food,

I am stout, round and I have found,

Speaking poundage wise,

I improve my appetite

When I exercise.

Oh, stuff and fluff, that's better, thank you, now where was I? Oh yes, I'm rumbly in my tumbly. Time for something sweet.

I am short, fat and proud of that,

And so with all my might

I up, down, up, down to

My appetite's delight!

While I up, down, touch the ground,

I think of things to chew,

(Mmm, like honey, milk, and chocolate)

With a hefty happy appetite,

I'm a hefty happy Pooh.

With a hefty happy appetite,

He's a hefty happy Pooh

Oh, bother! Empty again! Only the sticky part's left.

(Bizzzzz, Buzzzzzz)

That buzzing noise means something, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee! And the only reason for being a bee is to make honey! And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.

And so Winnie the Pooh climbed the honey tree. He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed he hummed a little hum.

And I call it my rumbly and my tumbly song.

Yes, and it went something like this:

Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum,

I'm so rumbly in my tumbly,

Time to munch an early luncheon,

Hum de dum dum dum

Oh I wouldn't climb this tree

If a Pooh flew like a bee,

But I wouldn't be a bear then

So I guess I wouldn't care then!

Bears love honey and I'm a Pooh bear

So I do care, so I'll climb there,

I'm so rumbly in my tumbly,

Time for something, for something... sweet... to eat!

If only I hadn't... You see, what I meant to do... It all comes, I suppose of... liking honey so much. Oh, bother.

Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.

Think, think, think.

And the first person he thought of was -Winnie the Pooh? - No, Christopher Robin! Oh.

Christopher Robin lived in another part of the forest, where he could be near his friends and help them with their problems. On this summer day, gloomy old Eeyore being stuffed with saw-dust had lost his tail again.

Eeyore, this won't hurt.

Never does.

Ooh, heh, heh.

There now! Did I get your tail on properly Eeyore?

No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.

[Owl] It is my considered opinion that Eeyore's tail should be placed a trifle to the a... right.

[Kanga] Now, if you would ask me, I think it just a wee bit...

[Roo] South!

[Kanga] No, no. North, dear.

[Christopher Robin] Cheer up, Eeyore! Don't be so gloomy! Try swishing it.

(Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish)

[Owl] It worked, it worked!

[Roo] Oh Goody! Hooray!

[Eeyore] Thanks. It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

[Pooh] Good morning, Christopher Robin!

Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh!

[Kanga] Good morning, Pooh Bear!

[Roo] Good morning, Pooh Bear!

[Eeyore] If it is a good morning, which I doubt.

[Christopher Robin] What are you looking for Pooh Bear?

I just said to myself coming along thinking and wondering if you had such a thing as a umm, such a thing Christopher, a as a balloon about you?

What do you want a balloon for?

Psst! Honey.

But you don't get honey with a balloon!

I do.

How?

I just fly like a bee, up to the honey tree, see!

But, just a minute! You can't fool the bees that way.

You'll see. Now would you be so kind as to pull me to a muddy place of which I know of.

So Christopher Robin pulled Winnie the Pooh to the very muddy place. And Pooh rolled and rolled until he was black all over.

There, now. Isn't this a clever disguise?

What are you supposed to be?

A little black rain cloud, of course.

Hmmm. Silly old bear.

Now would you aim me at the bees, please?

Careful, Pooh! Hold on tight.

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