Twinkletoes Alan Alexander Milne When the sun Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree, When the sun Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree, Then I pass On the grass From one leaf to another, From one leaf to its brother, Tip-toe, tip-toe! Here...
Brownie Alan Alexander Milne In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain, Someone lives behind it, but I don’t know who; I think it is a Brownie, but I’m not quite certain. (Nanny isn’t certain, too.) I looked behind the curtain, but...
Independence Alan Alexander Milne I never did, I never did, I never did like Now take care, dear! I never did, I never did, I never did want Hold-my-hand; I never did, I never did, I never did think much of Not up there, dear!...
Buckingham Palace Alan Alexander Milne They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace – Christopher Robin went down with Alice. Alice is marrying one of the guard. A soldier’s life is terrible hard, Says Alice. They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace – Christopher Robin went down with...
Politeness Alan Alexander Milne If people ask me, I always tell them: Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say. If people ask me, I always answer, Quite well, thank you, how are you to-day? I always answer, I always tell them, If they...
If I Were King Alan Alexander Milne If only I were King of France, I wouldn’t brush my hair for aunts. I think, if I were King of Greece, I’d push things off the mantelpiece. If I were King of Norroway, I’d ask an elephant...
The Morning Walk Alan Alexander Milne When Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other’s hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we’ve thought about a thing, Like bowling hoops...
Happiness Alan Alexander Milne John had Great Big Waterproof Boots on; John had a Great Big Waterproof Hat; John had a Great Big Waterproof Mackintosh — And that (Said John) Is That.
Hoppity Alan Alexander Milne Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he Says he can’t possibly stop. If he stopped hopping, He couldn’t go anywhere, Poor little Christopher Couldn’t go anywhere… That’s why he always goes...
Sailing Barges off Southend Adrian Green Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown mellow with antiquity. With names like Gladys, Will and Edith May Heroic legends motionless on ancient bows, They are...
