Pooh sat down on a large stone, and tried to think this out.
It sounded to him like a riddle, and he was never much good at riddles, being a Bear of Very Little Brain.
So he sang Cottleston Pie instead:
Cottleslon, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
That was the first verse.
When he had finished it, Eeyore didn't actually say that he didn't like it, so Pooh very kindly sang the second verse to him:
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
Eeyore still said nothing at all, so Pooh hummed the third verse quietly to himself:
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, Why does a chicken, I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
"Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie."
"That's right," said Eeyore.
"Sing.
Umty-tiddly, umty-too.
Here we go gathering Nuts and May.
Enjoy yourself."
"I am," said Pooh.
"Some can," said Eeyore.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Is anything the matter?"
"You seem so sad, Eeyore."
"Sad?
Why should I be sad?
It's my birthday.
The happiest day of the year."
"Your birthday?" said Pooh in great surprise.
"Of course it is.
Can't you see?
Look at all the presents I have had."
He waved a foot from side to side.
"Look at the birthday cake. Candles and pink sugar."
Pooh looked -- first to the right and then to the left.
"Presents?" said Pooh. "Birthday cake?" said Pooh.
"Where?"
"Can't you see them?"
"No," said Pooh.
"Neither can I," said Eeyore.
"Joke," he explained.
"Ha ha!"
Pooh scratched his head, being a little puzzled by all this.
"But is it really your birthday?" he asked.
"It is."
"Oh!
Well, Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore."
"And many happy returns to you, Pooh Bear."