Alan Alexander Milne

(18 January 1882 – 31 January 1956 / Kilburn, London)

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  • David Robinson (1/1/2014 8:53:00 AM)

    This poem is incomplete. There is a stanza which begins: - Now teddy as was only right slept in the ottoman at night and crowded in with him as well...

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  • Rachel Fraser-burton (2/13/2008 7:08:00 AM)

    My Dad used to read these poems to me when I was young. They used to send me to sleep because they are writen with perfect rhythm. Although I am now fourteen I still love these poems; they remind me of my Dad and can be read on many different levels. If people disagree could I please ask them not to post offensive comments they may upset some people. I have no problem with you having an opinion I would just prefer you to keep them to yourself if you are going to be rude. Thank you.

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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