NOW WE ARE SIX
BY A.A. MILNE WITH DECORATIONS BY ERNEST H. SHEPARD
NEW YORK E. P. DUTTON & CO., INC.
NOW WE ARE SIX, COPYRIGHT, 1927, BY E. P. DUTTON & CO., INC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PRINTED IN U.S.A.
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TO ANNE DARLINGTON NOW SHE IS SEVEN AND BECAUSE SHE IS SO SPESHAL
NOW WE ARE SIX
INTRODUCTION
When you are reciting poetry, which is a thing we never do, you find sometimes, just as you are beginning, that Uncle John is still telling Aunt Rose that if he can't find his spectacles he won't be able to hear properly, and does she know where they are; and by the time everybody has stopped looking for them, you are at the last verse, and in another minute they will be saying, "Thank-you, thank-you," without really knowing what it was all about. So, next time, you are more careful; and, just before you begin you say, "Er-h'r'm!" very loudly, which means, "Now then, here we are"; and everybody stops talking and looks at you: which is what you want. So then you get in the way of saying it whenever you are asked to recite ... and sometimes it is just as well, and sometimes it isn't.... And by and by you find yourself saying it without thinking. Well, this bit which I am writing now, called Introduction, is really the er-h'r'm of the book, and I have put it in, partly so as not to take you by surprise, and partly because I can't do without it now. There are some very clever writers who say that it is quite easy not to have an er-h'r'm, but I don't agree with them. I think it is much easier not to have all the rest of the book.
What I want to explain in the Introduction is this. We have been nearly three years writing this book. We began it when we were very young ... and now we are six. So, of course, bits of it seem rather baby-ish to us, almost as if they had slipped out of some other book by mistake. On page whatever-it-is there is a thing which is simply three-ish, and when we read it to ourselves just now we said, "Well, well, well," and turned over rather quickly. So we want you to know that the name of the book doesn't mean that this is us being six all the time, but that it is about as far as we've got at present, and we half think of stopping there.
A. A. M.
P.S.--Pooh wants us to say that he thought it was a different book; and he hopes you won't mind, but he walked through it one day, looking for his friend Piglet, and sat down on some of the pages by mistake.
CONTENTS
SOLITUDE
KING JOHN'S CHRISTMAS
BUSY
SNEEZLES
BINKER
CHERRY STONES
THE KNIGHT WHOSE ARMOUR DIDN'T SQUEAK
BUTTERCUP DAYS
THE CHARCOAL BURNER
US TWO
THE OLD SAILOR
THE ENGINEER
JOURNEY'S END
FURRY BEAR
FORGIVEN
THE EMPEROR'S RHYME
KNIGHT-IN-ARMOUR
COME OUT WITH ME
DOWN BY THE POND
THE LITTLE BLACK HEN
THE FRIEND
THE GOOD LITTLE GIRL
A THOUGHT
KING HILARY AND THE BEGGARMAN
SWING SONG
EXPLAINED
TWICE TIMES
THE MORNING WALK
CRADLE SONG
WAITING AT THE WINDOW
PINKLE PURR
WIND ON THE HILL
FORGOTTEN
IN THE DARK
THE END
NOW WE ARE SIX
SOLITUDE
I have a house where I go When there's too many people, I have a house where I go Where no one can be; I have a house where I go, Where nobody ever says "No"; Where no one says anything--so There is no one but me.
KING JOHN'S CHRISTMAS
King John was not a good man-- He had his little ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him For days and days and days. And men who came across him, When walking in the town, Gave him a supercilious stare, Or passed with noses in the air-- And bad King John stood dumbly there, Blushing beneath his crown.
King John was not a good man, And no good friends had he. He stayed in every afternoon... But no one came to tea. And, round about December, The cards upon his shelf Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer, And fortune in the coming year, Were never from his near and dear, But only from himself.
King John was not a good man, Yet had his hopes and fears. They'd given him no present now For years and years and years. But every year at Christmas, While minstrels stood about, Collecting tribute from the young For all the songs they might have sung, He stole away upstairs and hung A hopeful stocking out.
King John was not a good man, He lived his life aloof; Alone he thought a message out While climbing up the roof. He wrote it down and propped it Against the chimney stack: "TO ALL AND SUNDRY--NEAR AND FAR-- F. CHRISTMAS IN PARTICULAR." And signed it not "Johannes R." But very humbly, "JACK."
"I want some crackers, And I want some candy; I think a box of chocolates Would come in handy; I don't mind oranges, I do like nuts! And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife That really cuts. And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all, Bring me a big, red india-rubber ball!"
King John was not a good man-- He wrote this message out, And gat him to his room again, Descending by the spout. And all that night he lay there, A prey to hopes and fears. "I think that's him a-coming now," (Anxiety bedewed his brow.) "He'll bring one present, anyhow-- The first I've had for years."
"Forget about the crackers, And forget about the candy; I'm sure a box of chocolates Would never come in handy; I don't like oranges, I don't want nuts, And I HAVE got a pocket-knife That almost cuts. But, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all, Bring me a big, red india-rubber ball!"
King John was not a good man-- Next morning when the sun Rose up to tell a waiting world That Christmas had begun, And people seized their stockings, And opened them with glee, And crackers, toys and games appeared, And lips with sticky sweets were smeared, King John said grimly: "As I feared, Nothing again for me!"
"I did want crackers, And I did want candy; I know a box of chocolates Would come in handy; I do love oranges, I did want nuts. I haven't got a pocket-knife-- Not one that cuts. And, oh! if Father Christmas had loved me at all, He would have brought a big, red india-rubber ball!"
King John stood by the window, And frowned to see below The happy bands of boys and girls All playing in the snow. A while he stood there watching, And envying them all... When through the window big and red There hurtled by his royal head, And bounced and fell upon the bed, An india-rubber ball!
AND OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS, MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL FOR BRINGING HIM A BIG, RED, INDIA-RUBBER BALL!
BUSY
I think I am a Muffin Man. I haven't got a bell, I haven't got the muffin things that muffin people sell. Perhaps I am a Postman. No, I think I am a Tram. I'm feeling rather funny and I don't know what I am--
BUT
Round about And round about And round about I go-- All round the table, The table in the nursery-- Round about And round about And round about I go;
I think I am a Traveller escaping from a Bear; I think I am an Elephant, Behind another Elephant Behind another Elephant who isn't really there....
SO
Round about And round about And round about and round about And round about And round about I go.
I think I am a Ticket Man who's selling tickets--please, I think I am a Doctor who is visiting a Sneeze; Perhaps I'm just a Nanny who is walking with a pram I'm feeling rather funny and I don't know what I am--
BUT
Round about And round about And round about I go-- All around the table, The table in the nursery-- Round about And round about And round about I go;
I think I am a Puppy, so I'm hanging out my tongue; I think I am a Camel who Is looking for a Camel who Is looking for a Camel who is looking for its Young....
SO
Round about And round about And round about and round about And round about And round about I go.
SNEEZLES
Christopher Robin Had wheezles And sneezles, They bundled him Into His bed. They gave him what goes With a cold in the nose, And some more for a cold In the head. They wondered If wheezles Could turn Into measles, If sneezles Would turn Into mumps; They examined his chest For a rash, And the rest Of his body for swellings and lumps. They sent for some doctors In sneezles And wheezles To tell them what ought To be done.
All sorts and conditions Of famous physicians Came hurrying round At a run. They all made a note Of the state of his throat, They asked if he suffered from thirst; They asked if the sneezles Came after the wheezles, Or if the first sneezle Came first. They said, "If you teazle A sneezle Or wheezle, A measle May easily grow. But humour or pleazle The wheezle Or sneezle, The measle Will certainly go." They expounded the reazles For sneezles And wheezles, The manner of measles When new. They said "If he freezles In draughts and in breezles, Then PHTHEEZLES May even ensue."