Sing Ho! for a Pooh!

And I’ll have a little something in an hour or two!

Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear! Sing Ho! for the life of a Bear! I don’t much mind if it rains or snows, ’Cos I’ve got a lot of honey on my nice new nose, I don’t much care if it snows or thaws, ’Cos I’ve got a lot of honey on my nice clean paws! Sing Ho! for a Bear! Sing Ho! for a Pooh! And I’ll have a little something in an hour or two!

He was so pleased with this song that he sang it all the way to the top of the Forest, “and if I go on singing it much longer,” he thought, “it will be time for the little something, and then the last line won’t be true.” So he turned it into a hum instead.