To Mom for her love of POOH
on Mother's Day - 1953

Pooh say's I'm a ima-a-culate fellow,
Oh, bother - and he claims I'm so very slow.

I don't mean to be fussy,
I just cannot handle messy.

Today, I went out with Eeyore to play.
Tigger came to me - bouncing in his merry way.

I bounced, too and there went my shoe.
I never saw that mud puddle, oh, fiddle-fuddle.

I shook my foot so hard
My shoe, it landed in a tub of lard.

I held it up all drippy and slimy.
I might as well have filled it with Pooh's honey.

Oh me, oh my. I cannot lie
My shoe and I have said "Goodbye."

It's a sad day when CLEAN shines better than one's own shoe
But for now Pooh's kite needs a tail anew

And into the woods I must tread slow
Friends await wherever I go.