A little something to brighten the week...

I thought that today I would share with you a poem harking back from our childhoods. I had completely forgotten its existence but I was thankfully reminded of it by one of my choir conductors who had the wisdom to read it to us on our recent rehearsal weekend. Such great joy did it bring forth amongst us that I think I must share it with you all.

Noise, by Pooh
A.A. Milne

Oh, the butterflies are flying,

Now the winter days are dying.

And the primroses are trying

To be seen. 

 

And the turtle-doves are cooing,

And the woods are up and doing,

For the violets are blue-ing

In the green. 

 

Oh, the honey-bees are gumming

On their little wings, and humming

That the summer, which is coming

Will be fun. 

 

And the cows are almost cooing,

And the turtle doves are mooing,

Which is why a Pooh is poohing

In the sun. 

 

For the spring is really springing;

You can see a skylark singing,

And the blue-bells, which are ringing,

Can be heard. 

 

And the cuckoo isn’t cooing,

But he’s cucking and he’s ooing,

And a Pooh is simply poohing

Like a bird.

 

From, The House At Pooh Corner.