When We Were Very Young
A. A. Milne

with the original illustrations by E.H. Shepard, in colour

www.egmont.co.uk

Copyright

First published in Great Britain 6 November 1924

by Methuen & Co. Ltd

Published in this edition 2004 by Egmont Books Limited

239 Kensington High Street, London W8 6SA

Text by A. A. Milne copyright © Trustees of the Pooh Properties

Line illustrations copyright © E. H. Shepard

Colouring of the illustrations by Mark Burgess copyright © 1989 Egmont UK

Egmont Books Limited

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First e-book edition April 2010

ISBN 978 1 4052 55837

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Dedication

to

Christopher Robin Milne Or, as he prefers to call himself, Billy Moon this book which owes so much to him is now humbly offered

JUST BEFORE WE BEGIN

At one time (but I have changed my mind now) I thought I was going to write a little Note at the top of each of these poems, in the manner of Mr William Wordsworth, who liked to tell his readers where he was staying, and which of his friends he was walking with, and what he was thinking about, when the idea of writing his poem came to him. You will find some lines about a swan here, if you get as far as that, and I should have explained to you in the Note that Christopher Robin, who feeds this swan in the mornings, has given him the name of ‘Pooh’. This is a very fine name for a swan, because, if you call him and he doesn’t come (which is a thing swans are good at), then you can pretend that you were just saying ‘Pooh!’ to show how little you wanted him. Well, I should have told you that there are six cows who come down to Pooh’s lake every afternoon to drink, and of course they say ‘Moo’ as they come. So I thought to myself one fine day, walking with my friend Christopher Robin, ‘Moo rhymes with Pooh! Surely there is a bit of poetry to be got out of that?’ Well, then, I began to think about the swan on his lake; and at first I thought how lucky it was that his name was Pooh; and then I didn’t think about that any more … and the poem came quite differently from what I intended … and all I can say for it now is that, if it hadn’t been for Christopher Robin, I shouldn’t have written it; which, indeed, is all I can say for any of the others. So this is why these verses go about together, because they are all friends of Christopher Robin; and if I left out one because it was not quite like the one before, then I should have to leave out the one before because it was not quite like the next, which would be disappointing for them.

Then there is another thing. You may wonder sometimes who is supposed to be saying the verses. Is it the Author, that strange but uninteresting person, or is it Christopher Robin, or some other boy or girl, or Nurse, or Hoo? If I had followed Mr Wordsworth’s plan, I could have explained this each time; as it is, you will have to decide for yourselves. If you are not quite sure, then it is probably Hoo. I don’t know if you have ever met Hoo, but he is one of those curious children who look four on Monday, and eight on Tuesday, and are really twenty-eight on Saturday; and you never know whether it is the day when he can pronounce his ‘r’s’. He had a great deal to do with these verses. In fact, you might almost say that this book is entirely the unaided work of Christopher Robin, Hoo, and Mr Shepard, who drew the pictures. They have said ‘Thank you’ politely to each other several times, and now they say it to you for taking them into your house. ‘Thank you so much for asking us. We’ve come.’

A.A.M.

Table of Contents

Cover Page

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

JUST BEFORE WE BEGIN

CORNER-OF-THE-STREET

BUCKINGHAM PALACE

HAPPINESS

THE CHRISTENING

PUPPY AND I

TWINKLETOES

THE FOUR FRIENDS

LINES AND SQUARES

BROWNIE

INDEPENDENCE

NURSERY CHAIRS

MARKET SQUARE

DAFFODOWNDILLY

WATER-LILIES

DISOBEDIENCE

SPRING MORNING

THE ISLAND

THE THREE FOXES

POLITENESS

JONATHAN JO

AT THE ZOO

RICE PUDDING

MISSING

THE KING’S BREAKFAST

HOPPITY

AT HOME

THE WRONG HOUSE

SUMMER AFTERNOON

THE DORMOUSE AND THE DOCTOR

SHOES AND STOCKINGS

SAND-BETWEEN-THE-TOES

KNIGHTS AND LADIES

LITTLE BO-PEEP AND LITTLE BOY BLUE

THE MIRROR

HALFWAY DOWN

THE INVADERS

BEFORE TEA

TEDDY BEAR

BAD SIR BRIAN BOTANY

IN THE FASHION

THE ALCHEMIST

GROWING UP

IF I WERE KING

VESPERS

Other Books By

CORNER-OF-THE-STREET

Down by the corner of the street,

Where the three roads meet,

And the feet

Of the people as they pass go ‘Tweet-tweet-tweet’,

Who comes tripping round the corner of the street?

One pair of shoes which are Nurse’s;

One pair of slippers which are Percy’s …

Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!

BUCKINGHAM PALACE

They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

Alice is marrying one of the guard.

‘A soldier’s life is terrible hard,’

Says Alice.

They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

We saw a guard in a sentry-box.

‘One of the sergeants looks after their socks,’

Says Alice.

They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

We looked for the King, but he never came.

‘Well, God take care of him, all the same,’

Says Alice.

They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

They’ve great big parties inside the grounds.

‘I wouldn’t be King for a hundred pounds,’

Says Alice.

They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

A face looked out, but it wasn’t the King’s.

‘He’s much too busy a-signing things,’

Says Alice.

They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –

Christopher Robin went down with Alice.

‘Do you think the King knows all about me?’ ‘Sure to, dear, but it’s time for tea,’

Says Alice.

HAPPINESS

John had Great Big Waterproof Boots on; John had a Great Big Waterproof Hat; John had a Great Big Waterproof Mackintosh – And that (Said John) Is That.

THE CHRISTENING

What shall I call

My dear little dormouse?

His eyes are small,

But his tail is e-nor-mouse.

I sometimes call him Terrible John,

’Cos his tail goes on –

And on –

And on.

And I sometimes call him Terrible Jack,

’Cos his tail goes on to the end of his back.

And I sometimes call him Terrible James,

’Cos he says he likes me calling him names …

But I think I shall call him Jim,

’Cos I am so fond of him.

PUPPY AND I

I met a Man as I went walking;

We got talking,

Man and I.

‘Where are you going to, Man?’ I said

(I said to the Man as he went by).

‘Down to the village, to get some bread.

Will you come with me?’ ‘No, not I.’

I met a Horse as I went walking;

We got talking,

Horse and I.

‘Where are you going to, Horse, to-day?’

(I said to the Horse as he went by).

‘Down to the village to get some hay.

Will you come with me?’ ‘No, not I.’

I met a Woman as I went walking;

We got talking,

Woman and I.

‘Where are you going to, Woman, so early?’

(I said to the Woman as she went by).

‘Down to the village to get some barley.

Will you come with me?’ ‘No, not I.’

I met some Rabbits as I went walking;

We got talking,

Rabbits and I.

‘Where are you going in your brown fur coats?’

(I said to the Rabbits as they went by).

‘Down to the village to get some oats.

Will you come with us?’ ‘No, not I.’

I met a Puppy as I went walking;

We got talking,

Puppy and I.

‘Where are you going this nice fine day?’

(I said to the Puppy as he went by).

‘Up in the hills to roll and play.’

‘I’ll come with you, Puppy,’ said I.

TWINKLETOES

When the sun

Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,

When the sun

Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,

Then I pass

On the grass

From one leaf to another

From one leaf to its brother

Tip-toe, tip-toe!

Here I go!

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