For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of the birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
Isn't is much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.