the snow song...

"But it's no good going home to practice it, because it's a special Outdoor Song which Has To Be Sung In The Snow."
"Are you sure?" asked Piglet anxiously.
"Well, you'll see, Piglet, when you listen. Because this is how it beings. The more it snow, tiddely pom-"
"Tiddely what?" said Piglet.
"Pom," said Pooh. "I put that in to make it more hummy. The more it goes, tiddely pom, the more-"
"Didn't you say snows?"
"Yes, but that was before."
"Before the tiddely pom?"
"It was a different diddely pom," said Pooh, feeling rather muddled now. "I'll sing it to you properly, and then, you'll see."

So he sang it again.

The more it
SNOWS-tiddely-pom,
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
On
Snowing.

And nobody
KNOWS-tiddely-pom,
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
Are
Growing.

He sang it like that, which is much the best way of singing ii, and when he had finished, he waited for Piglet to say that, of all the Outdoor Hums for Snowy Weather he had ever heard, this was the best.

And, after thinking the matter out carefully, Piglet said: "Pooh," he said solemnly, "it isnt the toes so much as the ears."
[A. A. Milne]