Pooh Poetically Answers

Dear Piglet,

I have leaves up my sleeves.
They fell out of a tree
That I climbed as I rhymed
And chased after a bee.
They fell from the branches
Of that hunny tree
And - What are the chances? -
They landed on me.

I have found that the ground
Has more leaves than I do,
So I'll smile as I pile
All of them up with you.
Admiring the bright,
Colors, craving the crunch,
We'll do the job right -
And then we'll have lunch!

Autumnally,
Pooh

Piglet Asks a Favor of Pooh

Dear P-P-Pooh,
Well, it's happened. The weather has turned all b-b-blustery, and when I woke up this morning, there was a big pile of leaves b-b-blocking my door! I could p-p-probably push through it, but I'm afraid to go out by myself. I d-don't want to get b-b-blown away. C-c-could you come over and help me rake up my leaves, P-Pooh?
Fearfully,
Piglet