O, the mulberry-tree is

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves– Hides her fruit under them, hard to find. . . . . But by and by, when the flowers grow few And the fruits are … Read more

Good morning, Eeyore, said

Good morning, Eeyore,’ said Pooh. ‘Good morning, Pooh Bear,’ said Eeyore gloomily. ‘If it is a good morning, which I doubt,’ said he. ‘Why, what’s the matter?’ ‘Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.’ ‘Can’t all what?’ said Pooh, rubbing his nose. ‘Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.
A. A. Milne