If all poems were limericks: “Halfway Down” by A. A. Milne
Halfway to the foot of the stair
is really an excellent chair–
it’s not up or down
but perfect, I’ve found
for meeting a bear who’s not there.
If all poems were limericks: “Halfway Down” by A. A. Milne
Halfway to the foot of the stair
is really an excellent chair–
it’s not up or down
but perfect, I’ve found
for meeting a bear who’s not there.
Click here to hear Rowlf from the Muppets sing “Cottleston Pie” by A. A. Milne
Special guest appearance by Zarf the stuffed alligatorish thingy, who’s been with me since I lived in Seattle.
Tygger! Tygger! Bouncing high,
Bumping Hundred Acre Sky,
What intrepid toymaker
Did Stytch thy Joyntes & Stuff thy Furr?
And what Rubber, & what Sprynggs
Formed thy soft Internal Things?
When thy legs began to Pogo,
Whence thy Get-Up? Whence thy Go-Go?
Does thy Boundless energy
Bounce out? Or is it Bound to thee?
When thou Bounced the Baby Roo
Into the pond, didst thou splash, too?
Who did place thy fluff-stuffed head
In a sleeping child’s bed?
While he sleepest, might thou Pounce?
Who can sleep while Tyggers Bounce?
And in all thy wondrous fun,
Art thou indeed the only one?
Frame thy playful symmetry:
Did he who made the Pooh make thee?
Tygger! Tygger! Bouncing high,
Bumping Hundred Acre Sky–
Softly doth the Bear reply,
Cottleston, Cotlleston, Cottleston pie.