They lived in a Cave when the weather was cold, And they Did, and they Didn't Do, what they were told. Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Three-- But Bad Bear _never_ had his hand-ker-chee. They lived in the Wood with a Kind Old Aunt, And one said "_Yes'm_," and the other said "_Shan't!_" Good Bear learnt his Twice Times Four-- But Bad Bear's knicketies were terrible tore. And then quite suddenly (just like Us) One got Better and the other got Wuss. Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Three-- But Bad Bear coughed _in his hand-ker-chee_! Good Bear muddled his Twice Times Two-- But Bad Bear's thingummies looked like new. Good Bear muddled his Twice Times One-- But Bad Bear _never_ left his buttons undone. There may be a Moral, though some say not; I think there's a moral, though I don't know what. But if one gets better, as the other gets wuss, These Two Little Bears are just like Us. For Christopher remembers up to Twice Times Ten.... But _I_ keep forgetting where I've put my pen.[2] [Footnote 2: _So I have had to write this one in pencil._] THE MORNING WALK When Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other's hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we've thought about a thing, Like bowling hoops or bicycling, Or falling down on Anne's balloon, We do it in the afternoon. CRADLE SONG O Timothy Tim Has ten pink toes, And ten pink toes Has Timothy Tim. They go with him Wherever he goes, And wherever he goes They go with him. O Timothy Tim Has two blue eyes, And two blue eyes Has Timothy Tim. They cry with him Whenever he cries, And whenever he cries, They cry with him. O Timothy Tim Has one red head, And one red head Has Timothy Tim. It sleeps with him In Timothy's bed. Sleep well, red head Of Timothy Tim. WAITING AT THE WINDOW These are my two drops of rain Waiting on the window-pane. I am waiting here to see Which the winning one will be. Both of them have different names. One is John and one is James. All the best and all the worst Comes from which of them is first. James has just begun to ooze. He's the one I want to lose. John is waiting to begin. He's the one I want to win. James is going slowly on. Something sort of sticks to John. John is moving off at last. James is going pretty fast. John is rushing down the pane. James is going slow again. James has met a sort of smear. John is getting very near. Is he going fast enough? (James has found a piece of fluff.) John has hurried quickly by. (James was talking to a fly.)