Us Two from "Now We Are Six "
A.A. Milne  

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh, There's always Pooh and Me.

Whatever I do, he wants to do, "Where are you going today?" says Pooh...

"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too. "Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.

"Let's go together," says Pooh.  

"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh, "Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.

"I think it ought to be twenty two." "Just what I think myself," said Pooh.

"It wasn't an easy sum to do, But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.

"That's what it is," said Pooh.  

"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh. "Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.

We crossed the river and found a few... "Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.

"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew. That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.

"That's what they are," said Pooh.  

"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh. "That's right," said Pooh to Me.

"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh, And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!

Silly old dragons!"... and off they flew. "I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,

"I'm never afraid with you."  So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

There's always Pooh and Me.  

"What would I do?" I said to Pooh, "If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said... "True,

It isn't much fun for One, but Two Can stick together," says Pooh, says he.

"That's how it is," says Pooh.

Excerpt From "The Velveteen Rabbit"
Margery Williams   

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but Really loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

"The Mirror" 
From A.A. Milne's 
When We Were Very Young 

Between the woods the afternoon 
Is fallen in a golden swoon. 
The sun looks down from quiet skies 
To where a quiet water lies, 
And silent trees stoop down to trees. 
And there I saw a white swan make 
Another white swan in the lake; 
And, breast to breast, both motionless, 
They waited for the wind's caress... 
And all the water was at ease.