Theodore Robinson The Ship Yard painting

Theodore Robinson The Ship Yard paintingTheodore Robinson World's Columbian Exposition paintingMary Cassatt Children on the Shore painting
LINES WRITTEN BY A BEAR OF VERY LITTLE BRAINOn Monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself a lot: "Now is it true, or is it not," "That what is which and which is what?"On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, And I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it's true That who is what and what is who.On Thursday, when it starts to freeze And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees, How very readily one sees That these are whose--but whose are these?On Friday----"Yes, it is, isn't it?" said Kanga, not waiting to hear what happened on Friday. "Just one more jump, Roo, dear, and then we really must be going." Rabbit gave Pooh a hurrying-up sort of nudge. "Talking of Poetry," said Pooh quickly "have you ever noticed that tree right over there?" Where?" said Kanga. "Now, Roo--" "Right over there," said Pooh, pointing behind Kanga's back. "No," said Kanga. "Now jump in, Roo, dear, and we'll ." "You ought to look at that tree right over there," said Rabbit. "Shall I lift you in, Roo?" And he picked up Roo in his paws. "I can see a bird in it from here," said Pooh. "Or is it a fish?" "You ought to see that bird from here," said Rabbit. "Unless it's a fish." "It isn't a fish, it's a bird," said Piglet. "So it is," said Rabbit.