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by Pooh Lines written by a bear of very little brain. on monday, when the sun is hot i wonder to myself a lot "now is it true, or is it not, That what is which and which is what?" On tuesday, when it hails and snows, the feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those. On wednesday, when the sky is blue, And i have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who. On thurdsday, when it starts to freeze And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees, How very readily one sees That these are whose - but whose are these? On friday -.................... |