Saturday Rave: The More It Snows by Winnie the Pooh (and A A Milne).

 Poetry can be enjoyed - and even composed - by those of little brain.

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

I find that thought immensely comforting.

Word To Use Today: toe. This word was tā in Old English. It's said to be related to the Latin word digitus. 

I suppose that must be true, somehow.