The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?

When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.

I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit. "No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way.

If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

"I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. "I wish I were there to be doing it, too." - Winnie the Pooh

Piglet: "Pooh, how do you spell love?" Pooh: "You don't spell it, you feel it."