Written down like this, it doesn’t seem a very good song, but coming through pale fawn fluff at about half-past eleven on a very sunny morning, it seemed to Pooh to be one of the best songs he had ever sung. So he went on singing it.

A. A. Milne (1882–1956) English poet and playwright [Alan Alexander Milne]

House at Pooh Corner, ch. 4 “Tiggers Don’t Climb Trees” (1928)
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