The Hundred Acre Wood written by Alan.s.Robinson Tigger will bounce up and down and will sing And make a joke out of everything And Pooh will look at the world all askance And dance every once in a while Piglet will worry and nervously cough He’ll shuffle his feet and speak low and soft And Pooh will look at the world all anew And do what a bear has to do Everyone has to make some kind of choice Of the level of passion they put in their voice As loud as you can, or as quiet as you could You won’t be heard outside of the Hundred Acre Wood I tell you no one is listening to us Outside of the Hundred Acre Wood Owl will wonder why we are here and write it down for us so its clear and Pooh will look at the world all aghast and ask is there honey for tea Eyeore will look to the skies in the rain His mood as dark as the clouds once again And Pooh will look at the world all around As it drowns in its own tears Everyone has to make some kind of choice Of the level of passion they put in their voice As loud as you can or as quiet as you could You won’t be heard outside of the Hundred Acre Wood I tell you no one is listening to us Outside of the Hundred Acre Wood Christopher Robin will never return To the land where our childhood memories burn And Pooh will look at the world all astute And ever more remain mute Everyone has to make some kind of choice Of the level of passion they put in their voice As loud as you can or as quiet as you could You won’t be heard outside of the Hundred Acre Wood I tell you no one is listening to us Outside of the Hundred Acre Wood Everyone (I tell you no one is listening to us), everyone (I tell you no one is listening to us), Everyone (I tell you no one is listening to us), Everyone has to make some kind of choice Of the level of passion they put in their voice As loud as you can or as quiet as you could You won’t be heard outside of the Hundred Acre Wood I tell you no one is listening to us Outside of the Hundred Acre Wood, Outside of the Hundred Acre Wood Outside of the Hundred Acre wood Hundred Acre Wood (I tell you no one is listening to us) Hundred Acre Wood (I tell you no one is listening to us)