He climbed and he climbed and he climbed, and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this:
IsnтАЩt it funny How a bear likes honey? Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does?
Then he climbed a little furtherтБатАКтБатАж and a little furtherтБатАКтБатАж and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song.
ItтАЩs a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees, TheyтАЩd build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so (if the Bees were Bears), We shouldnтАЩt have to climb up all these stairs.
He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branchтБатАКтБатАж
Crack!
тАЬOh, help!тАЭ said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
тАЬIf only I hadnтАЩtтБатАФтАЭ he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.
тАЬYou see, what I meant to do,тАЭ he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, тАЬwhat I meant to doтБатАФтАЭ
тАЬOf course, it was ratherтБатАФтАЭ he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.
тАЬIt all comes, I suppose,тАЭ he decided, as he said goodbye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, тАЬit all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!тАЭ
He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin.
(тАЬWas that me?тАЭ said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.
тАЬThat was you.тАЭ
Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got pinker and pinker.)