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.
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