Deep in the hundred acre wood

where Christopher Robin plays,

You'll find the enchanted neighborhood,

of Christopher's childhood days.

A donkey named Eeyore is his friend

and Kanga and little Roo,

There's Rabbit and Piglet and there's Owl

but most of all Winnie the Pooh.

Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh

tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff.

He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh.

Willy nilly silly ole bear.

Willy nilly silly ole bear.


||Lyrics: Robert B. Sherman||







From that enchanted wood,
Pooh came to share our childhood hours.
And as we strolled down wonder's lane...
his friendly paw held ours.

Now though we're grown and far away,
from those magic woods we roamed...
Pooh's laughter echoes in our hearts,
and his friendship calls us home.


||Author Unknown||

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