Some Have Brains, And Some Haven't, And

I Suppose That Every One Of Us Hopes Secretly For Immortality; To Leave, I Mean, A Name Behind Him Which Will Live Forever In This World, Whatever He May Be Doing, Himself, In The Next.

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.

There's The South Pole, Said Christopher Robin, And I Expect There's An East Pole And A West Pole, Though People Don't Like Talking About Them.

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks, And Sometimes I Just Sits.

The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore Stood By Himself In A Thistly Corner Of The Forest, His Front Feet Well Apart, His Head On One Side, And Thought About Things. Sometimes He Thought Sadly To Himself, "why?" And Sometimes He Thought, "wherefore?" And Sometimes He Thought, "inasmuch As Which?" And Sometimes He Didn't Quite Know What He Was Thinking About.