Here I go up in my swingEver so high.I am the King of the fields, and the KingOf the town.I am the King of the earth, and the KingOf the sky.Here I go up in my swing....Now I go down.

Here I go up in my swing

Ever so high.

I am the King of the fields, and the King

Of the town.

I am the King of the earth, and the King

Of the sky.

Here I go up in my swing....

Now I go down.

Elizabeth AnnSaid to her Nan:"Please will you tell me how God began?Somebodymust have made Him. SoWho could it be, 'cos I want to know?"And Nurse said, "Well!"And Ann said, "Well?I know you know, and I wish you'd tell."And Nurse took pins from her mouth, and said,"Now then, darling, it's time for bed."Elizabeth AnnHad a wonderful plan:She would run round the world till she found a manWho knewexactlyhow God began.She got up early, she dressed, and ranTrying to find an Important Man.She ran to London and knocked at the doorOf the Lord High Doodelum's coach-and-four."Please, sir (if there's anyone in),However-and-ever did God begin?"The Lord High Doodelum lay in bed,But out of the window, large and red,Came the Lord High Coachman's face instead.And the Lord High Coachman laughed and said:"Well, what putthatin your quaint little head?"Elizabeth Ann went home againAnd took from the ottoman Jennifer Jane."Jenniferjane," said Elizabeth Ann,"Tell meat oncehow God began."And Jane, who didn't much care for speaking,Replied in her usual way by squeaking.What did it mean? Well, to be quite candid,Idon't know, but Elizabeth Ann did.Elizabeth Ann said softly, "Oh!Thank you, Jennifer. Now I know."

Elizabeth Ann

Said to her Nan:

"Please will you tell me how God began?

Somebodymust have made Him. So

Who could it be, 'cos I want to know?"

And Nurse said, "Well!"

And Ann said, "Well?

I know you know, and I wish you'd tell."

And Nurse took pins from her mouth, and said,

"Now then, darling, it's time for bed."

Elizabeth AnnHad a wonderful plan:She would run round the world till she found a manWho knewexactlyhow God began.She got up early, she dressed, and ranTrying to find an Important Man.She ran to London and knocked at the doorOf the Lord High Doodelum's coach-and-four."Please, sir (if there's anyone in),However-and-ever did God begin?"

Elizabeth Ann

Had a wonderful plan:

She would run round the world till she found a man

Who knewexactlyhow God began.

She got up early, she dressed, and ran

Trying to find an Important Man.

She ran to London and knocked at the door

Of the Lord High Doodelum's coach-and-four.

"Please, sir (if there's anyone in),

However-and-ever did God begin?"

The Lord High Doodelum lay in bed,But out of the window, large and red,Came the Lord High Coachman's face instead.And the Lord High Coachman laughed and said:"Well, what putthatin your quaint little head?"

The Lord High Doodelum lay in bed,

But out of the window, large and red,

Came the Lord High Coachman's face instead.

And the Lord High Coachman laughed and said:

"Well, what putthatin your quaint little head?"

Elizabeth Ann went home againAnd took from the ottoman Jennifer Jane."Jenniferjane," said Elizabeth Ann,"Tell meat oncehow God began."And Jane, who didn't much care for speaking,Replied in her usual way by squeaking.

Elizabeth Ann went home again

And took from the ottoman Jennifer Jane.

"Jenniferjane," said Elizabeth Ann,

"Tell meat oncehow God began."

And Jane, who didn't much care for speaking,

Replied in her usual way by squeaking.

What did it mean? Well, to be quite candid,Idon't know, but Elizabeth Ann did.Elizabeth Ann said softly, "Oh!Thank you, Jennifer. Now I know."

What did it mean? Well, to be quite candid,

Idon't know, but Elizabeth Ann did.

Elizabeth Ann said softly, "Oh!

Thank you, Jennifer. Now I know."

There were Two little Bears who lived in a Wood,And one of them was Bad and the other was Good.Good Bear learnt his Twice Times One—But Bad Bear left all his buttons undone.They lived in a Tree when the weather was hot,And one of them was Good, and the other was Not.Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Two—But Bad Bear's thingummies were worn right through.They lived in a Cave when the weather was cold,And they Did, and they Didn't Do, what they were told.Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Three—But Bad Bearneverhad his hand-ker-chee.They lived in the Wood with a Kind Old Aunt,And one said "Yes'm," and the other said "Shan't!"Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Four—But Bad Bear's knicketies were terrible tore.And then quite suddenly (just like Us)One got Better and the other got Wuss.Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Three—But Bad Bear coughedin his hand-ker-chee!Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Two—But Bad Bear's thingummies looked like new.Good Bear muddled his Twice Times One—But Bad Bearneverleft his buttons undone.There may be a Moral, though some say not;I think there's a moral, though I don't know what.But if one gets better, as the other gets wuss,These Two Little Bears are just like Us.For Christopher remembers up to Twice Times Ten....ButIkeep forgetting where I've put my pen.[2][2]So I have had to write this one in pencil.

There were Two little Bears who lived in a Wood,And one of them was Bad and the other was Good.Good Bear learnt his Twice Times One—But Bad Bear left all his buttons undone.

There were Two little Bears who lived in a Wood,

And one of them was Bad and the other was Good.

Good Bear learnt his Twice Times One—

But Bad Bear left all his buttons undone.

They lived in a Tree when the weather was hot,And one of them was Good, and the other was Not.Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Two—But Bad Bear's thingummies were worn right through.

They lived in a Tree when the weather was hot,

And one of them was Good, and the other was Not.

Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Two—

But Bad Bear's thingummies were worn right through.

They lived in a Cave when the weather was cold,And they Did, and they Didn't Do, what they were told.Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Three—But Bad Bearneverhad his hand-ker-chee.

They lived in a Cave when the weather was cold,

And they Did, and they Didn't Do, what they were told.

Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Three—

But Bad Bearneverhad his hand-ker-chee.

They lived in the Wood with a Kind Old Aunt,And one said "Yes'm," and the other said "Shan't!"Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Four—But Bad Bear's knicketies were terrible tore.

They lived in the Wood with a Kind Old Aunt,

And one said "Yes'm," and the other said "Shan't!"

Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Four—

But Bad Bear's knicketies were terrible tore.

And then quite suddenly (just like Us)One got Better and the other got Wuss.Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Three—But Bad Bear coughedin his hand-ker-chee!

And then quite suddenly (just like Us)

One got Better and the other got Wuss.

Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Three—

But Bad Bear coughedin his hand-ker-chee!

Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Two—But Bad Bear's thingummies looked like new.Good Bear muddled his Twice Times One—But Bad Bearneverleft his buttons undone.

Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Two—

But Bad Bear's thingummies looked like new.

Good Bear muddled his Twice Times One—

But Bad Bearneverleft his buttons undone.

There may be a Moral, though some say not;I think there's a moral, though I don't know what.But if one gets better, as the other gets wuss,These Two Little Bears are just like Us.For Christopher remembers up to Twice Times Ten....ButIkeep forgetting where I've put my pen.[2]

There may be a Moral, though some say not;

I think there's a moral, though I don't know what.

But if one gets better, as the other gets wuss,

These Two Little Bears are just like Us.

For Christopher remembers up to Twice Times Ten....

ButIkeep forgetting where I've put my pen.[2]

[2]So I have had to write this one in pencil.

When Anne and I go out a walk,We hold each other's hand and talkOf all the things we mean to doWhen Anne and I are forty-two.And when we've thought about a thing,Like bowling hoops or bicycling,Or falling down on Anne's balloon,We do it in the afternoon.

When Anne and I go out a walk,We hold each other's hand and talkOf all the things we mean to doWhen Anne and I are forty-two.

When Anne and I go out a walk,

We hold each other's hand and talk

Of all the things we mean to do

When Anne and I are forty-two.

And when we've thought about a thing,Like bowling hoops or bicycling,Or falling down on Anne's balloon,We do it in the afternoon.

And when we've thought about a thing,

Like bowling hoops or bicycling,

Or falling down on Anne's balloon,

We do it in the afternoon.

O Timothy TimHas ten pink toes,And ten pink toesHas Timothy Tim.They go with himWherever he goes,And wherever he goesThey go with him.O Timothy TimHas two blue eyes,And two blue eyesHas Timothy Tim.They cry with himWhenever he cries,And whenever he cries,They cry with him.O Timothy TimHas one red head,And one red headHas Timothy Tim.It sleeps with himIn Timothy's bed.Sleep well, red headOf Timothy Tim.

O Timothy TimHas ten pink toes,And ten pink toesHas Timothy Tim.They go with himWherever he goes,And wherever he goesThey go with him.

O Timothy Tim

Has ten pink toes,

And ten pink toes

Has Timothy Tim.

They go with him

Wherever he goes,

And wherever he goes

They go with him.

O Timothy TimHas two blue eyes,And two blue eyesHas Timothy Tim.They cry with himWhenever he cries,And whenever he cries,They cry with him.

O Timothy Tim

Has two blue eyes,

And two blue eyes

Has Timothy Tim.

They cry with him

Whenever he cries,

And whenever he cries,

They cry with him.

O Timothy TimHas one red head,And one red headHas Timothy Tim.It sleeps with himIn Timothy's bed.Sleep well, red headOf Timothy Tim.

O Timothy Tim

Has one red head,

And one red head

Has Timothy Tim.

It sleeps with him

In Timothy's bed.

Sleep well, red head

Of Timothy Tim.

These are my two drops of rainWaiting on the window-pane.I am waiting here to seeWhich the winning one will be.Both of them have different names.One is John and one is James.All the best and all the worstComes from which of them is first.James has just begun to ooze.He's the one I want to lose.John is waiting to begin.He's the one I want to win.James is going slowly on.Something sort of sticks to John.John is moving off at last.James is going pretty fast.John is rushing down the pane.James is going slow again.James has met a sort of smear.John is getting very near.Is he going fast enough?(James has found a piece of fluff.)John has hurried quickly by.(James was talking to a fly.)John is there, and John has won!Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

These are my two drops of rainWaiting on the window-pane.

These are my two drops of rain

Waiting on the window-pane.

I am waiting here to seeWhich the winning one will be.

I am waiting here to see

Which the winning one will be.

Both of them have different names.One is John and one is James.

Both of them have different names.

One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worstComes from which of them is first.

All the best and all the worst

Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze.He's the one I want to lose.

James has just begun to ooze.

He's the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin.He's the one I want to win.

John is waiting to begin.

He's the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on.Something sort of sticks to John.

James is going slowly on.

Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last.James is going pretty fast.

John is moving off at last.

James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane.James is going slow again.

John is rushing down the pane.

James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear.John is getting very near.

James has met a sort of smear.

John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough?(James has found a piece of fluff.)

Is he going fast enough?

(James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has hurried quickly by.(James was talking to a fly.)

John has hurried quickly by.

(James was talking to a fly.)

John is there, and John has won!Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

John is there, and John has won!

Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,A little black nothing of feet and fur;And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.And all that he learned he learned from her."I'll ask my mother," says Pinkle Purr.Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.And little black Pinkle grew and grewTill he got as big as the big Tattoo.And all that he did he did with her."Two friends together," says Pinkle Purr.Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.And whenever he thought of a thing to do,He didn't much bother about Tattoo,For he knows its nothing to do with her,So "See you later," says Pinkle Purr.Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.A little brown kitten that's nearly newIs now playing games with its big Tattoo....And Pink looks lazily down at her:"Dear little Tat," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,

A little black nothing of feet and fur;

And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,

He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.

And all that he learned he learned from her.

"I'll ask my mother," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.And little black Pinkle grew and grewTill he got as big as the big Tattoo.And all that he did he did with her."Two friends together," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,

A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.

And little black Pinkle grew and grew

Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.

And all that he did he did with her.

"Two friends together," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.And whenever he thought of a thing to do,He didn't much bother about Tattoo,For he knows its nothing to do with her,So "See you later," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,

An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.

And whenever he thought of a thing to do,

He didn't much bother about Tattoo,

For he knows its nothing to do with her,

So "See you later," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.A little brown kitten that's nearly newIs now playing games with its big Tattoo....And Pink looks lazily down at her:"Dear little Tat," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,

An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.

A little brown kitten that's nearly new

Is now playing games with its big Tattoo....

And Pink looks lazily down at her:

"Dear little Tat," says Pinkle Purr.

No one can tell me,Nobody knows,Where the wind comes from,Where the wind goes.It's flying from somewhereAs fast as it can,I couldn't keep up with it,Not if I ran.But if I stopped holdingThe string of my kite,It would blow with the windFor a day and a night.And then when I found it,Wherever it blew,I should know that the windHad been going there too.So then I could tell themWhere the wind goes....But where the wind comes fromNobodyknows.

No one can tell me,Nobody knows,Where the wind comes from,Where the wind goes.

No one can tell me,

Nobody knows,

Where the wind comes from,

Where the wind goes.

It's flying from somewhereAs fast as it can,I couldn't keep up with it,Not if I ran.

It's flying from somewhere

As fast as it can,

I couldn't keep up with it,

Not if I ran.

But if I stopped holdingThe string of my kite,It would blow with the windFor a day and a night.

But if I stopped holding

The string of my kite,

It would blow with the wind

For a day and a night.

And then when I found it,Wherever it blew,I should know that the windHad been going there too.

And then when I found it,

Wherever it blew,

I should know that the wind

Had been going there too.

So then I could tell themWhere the wind goes....But where the wind comes fromNobodyknows.

So then I could tell them

Where the wind goes....

But where the wind comes from

Nobodyknows.

Lords of the NurseryWait in a row,Five on the high wall,And four on the low;Big Kings and Little Kings,Brown Bears and Black,All of them waitingTill John comes back.Some think that John boyIs lost in the wood,Some say he couldn't be,Some say he could.Some think that John boyHides on the hill;Some say he won't come back,Some say he will.High was the sun, whenJohn went away....Here they've been waitingAll through the day;Big Bears and Little Bears,White Kings and Black,All of them waitingTill John comes back.Lords of the NurseryLooked down the hill,Some saw the sheep-fold,Some saw the mill;Some saw the roofsOf the little grey town....And their shadows grew longAs the sun slipt down.Gold between the poplarsAn old moon shows;Silver up the star-wayThe full moon rose;Silver down the star-wayThe old moon crept....And, one by another,The grey fields slept.Lords of the NurseryTheir still watch keep....They hear from the sheep-foldThe rustle of sheep.A young bird twittersAnd hides its head;A little wind suddenlyBreathes, and is dead.Slowly and slowlyDawns the new day....What's become of John boy?No one can say.Some think that John boyIs lost on the hill;Some say he won't come back,Some say he will.What's become of John boy?Nothing at all,He played with his skipping rope,He played with his ball.He ran after butterflies,Blue ones and red;He did a hundred happy things—And then went to bed.

Lords of the NurseryWait in a row,Five on the high wall,And four on the low;Big Kings and Little Kings,Brown Bears and Black,All of them waitingTill John comes back.

Lords of the Nursery

Wait in a row,

Five on the high wall,

And four on the low;

Big Kings and Little Kings,

Brown Bears and Black,

All of them waiting

Till John comes back.

Some think that John boyIs lost in the wood,Some say he couldn't be,Some say he could.Some think that John boyHides on the hill;Some say he won't come back,Some say he will.

Some think that John boy

Is lost in the wood,

Some say he couldn't be,

Some say he could.

Some think that John boy

Hides on the hill;

Some say he won't come back,

Some say he will.

High was the sun, whenJohn went away....Here they've been waitingAll through the day;Big Bears and Little Bears,White Kings and Black,All of them waitingTill John comes back.

High was the sun, when

John went away....

Here they've been waiting

All through the day;

Big Bears and Little Bears,

White Kings and Black,

All of them waiting

Till John comes back.

Lords of the NurseryLooked down the hill,Some saw the sheep-fold,Some saw the mill;Some saw the roofsOf the little grey town....And their shadows grew longAs the sun slipt down.

Lords of the Nursery

Looked down the hill,

Some saw the sheep-fold,

Some saw the mill;

Some saw the roofs

Of the little grey town....

And their shadows grew long

As the sun slipt down.

Gold between the poplarsAn old moon shows;Silver up the star-wayThe full moon rose;Silver down the star-wayThe old moon crept....And, one by another,The grey fields slept.

Gold between the poplars

An old moon shows;

Silver up the star-way

The full moon rose;

Silver down the star-way

The old moon crept....

And, one by another,

The grey fields slept.

Lords of the NurseryTheir still watch keep....They hear from the sheep-foldThe rustle of sheep.A young bird twittersAnd hides its head;A little wind suddenlyBreathes, and is dead.

Lords of the Nursery

Their still watch keep....

They hear from the sheep-fold

The rustle of sheep.

A young bird twitters

And hides its head;

A little wind suddenly

Breathes, and is dead.

Slowly and slowlyDawns the new day....What's become of John boy?No one can say.Some think that John boyIs lost on the hill;Some say he won't come back,Some say he will.

Slowly and slowly

Dawns the new day....

What's become of John boy?

No one can say.

Some think that John boy

Is lost on the hill;

Some say he won't come back,

Some say he will.

What's become of John boy?Nothing at all,He played with his skipping rope,He played with his ball.He ran after butterflies,Blue ones and red;He did a hundred happy things—And then went to bed.

What's become of John boy?

Nothing at all,

He played with his skipping rope,

He played with his ball.

He ran after butterflies,

Blue ones and red;

He did a hundred happy things—

And then went to bed.

I've had my supper,Andhadmy supper,AndHADmy supper and all;I've heard the storyOf Cinderella,And how she went to the ball;I've cleaned my teeth,And I've said my prayers,And I've cleaned and said them right;And they've all of them beenAnd kissed me lots,They've all of them said "Good-night."So—here I am in the dark alone,There's nobody here to see;I think to myself,I play to myself,And nobody knows what I say to myself;Here I am in the dark alone,What is it going to be?I can think whatever I like to think,I can play whatever I like to play,I can laugh whatever I like to laugh,There's nobody here but me.I'm talking to a rabbit ...I'm talking to the sun ...I think I am a hundred—I'm one.I'm lying in a forest ...I'm lying in a cave ...I'm talking to a Dragon ...I'm BRAVE.I'm lying on my left side ...I'm lying on my right ...I'll play a lot to-morrow ..........I'll think a lot to-morrow ..........I'll laugh ...a lot ...to-morrow ...(Heigh-ho!)Good-night.

I've had my supper,

Andhadmy supper,

AndHADmy supper and all;

I've heard the story

Of Cinderella,

And how she went to the ball;

I've cleaned my teeth,

And I've said my prayers,

And I've cleaned and said them right;

And they've all of them been

And kissed me lots,

They've all of them said "Good-night."

So—here I am in the dark alone,There's nobody here to see;I think to myself,I play to myself,And nobody knows what I say to myself;Here I am in the dark alone,What is it going to be?I can think whatever I like to think,I can play whatever I like to play,I can laugh whatever I like to laugh,There's nobody here but me.

So—here I am in the dark alone,

There's nobody here to see;

I think to myself,

I play to myself,

And nobody knows what I say to myself;

Here I am in the dark alone,

What is it going to be?

I can think whatever I like to think,

I can play whatever I like to play,

I can laugh whatever I like to laugh,

There's nobody here but me.

I'm talking to a rabbit ...I'm talking to the sun ...I think I am a hundred—I'm one.I'm lying in a forest ...I'm lying in a cave ...I'm talking to a Dragon ...I'm BRAVE.I'm lying on my left side ...I'm lying on my right ...I'll play a lot to-morrow ..........I'll think a lot to-morrow ..........I'll laugh ...a lot ...to-morrow ...(Heigh-ho!)Good-night.

I'm talking to a rabbit ...

I'm talking to the sun ...

I think I am a hundred—

I'm one.

I'm lying in a forest ...

I'm lying in a cave ...

I'm talking to a Dragon ...

I'm BRAVE.

I'm lying on my left side ...

I'm lying on my right ...

I'll play a lot to-morrow ...

.......

I'll think a lot to-morrow ...

.......

I'll laugh ...

a lot ...

to-morrow ...

(Heigh-ho!)

Good-night.

When I was One,I had just begun.When I was Two,I was nearly new.When I was Three,I was hardly Me.When I was Four,I was not much more.When I was Five,I was just alive.But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

When I was One,I had just begun.

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,I was nearly new.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

When I was Three,I was hardly Me.

When I was Three,

I was hardly Me.

When I was Four,I was not much more.

When I was Four,

I was not much more.

When I was Five,I was just alive.

When I was Five,

I was just alive.

But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

These inimitable and imperishable Milne classics with the Shepard drawings are now available,for the first time, in a new edition, uniform with this volume.

The most popular book of child-verse of modern times.

A companion volume of verse to When We Were Very Young

Pooh and Christopher Robin are among the most treasured characters of story-land.

There just had to be another story about Christopher Robin and his seven friends—Pooh, Piglet, Owl, Tigger, etc.

ByA. A. MILNE

Fully illustrated by E. H. SHEPARD, with 12 plates in color

Illustrated by E. H. SHEPARD

Collected by A. A. MILNE from his four books of poetry and prose, including selections recommended by the New York City Board of Education.

With Music by H. FRASER-SIMSON and Decorations by E. H. SHEPARD

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