The Friend
There
are
lots
and
lots
of
people
who
are
always
asking
things,
Like
Dates
and
Pounds-and-ounces
and
the
names
of
funny
Kings,
And
the
answer's
always
Sixpence
or
A
Hundred
Inches
Long.
And
I
know
they'll
think
me
silly
if
I
get
the
answer
wrong.
So
Pooh
and
I
go
whispering,
and
Pooh
looks
very
bright,
And
says,
"Well,
I
say
sixpence,
but
I
don't
suppose
I'm
right."
And
then
it
doesn't
matter
what
the
answer
ought
to
be,
'Cos
if
he's
right,
I'm
Right,
and
if
he's
wrong,
it
isn't
Me.
