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fluttered gently down until it found a place on which to rest, and
sometimes the place was Pooh's nose and sometimes it wasn't, and in a
little while Piglet was wearing a white muffler round his neck and feeling
more snowy behind the ears than he had ever felt before.

"Pooh," he said at last, and a little timidly, because he didn't want
Pooh to think he was Giving In, "I was just wondering. How would it be if
we went home now and practised your song, and then sang it to Eeyore
tommorow - or - or the next day, when we happen to see him?"

"That's a very good idea, Piglet," said Pooh. "We'll practise it now as
we go along. But it's no good going home to practise 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
begins. The more it snows, 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 tiddely 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