In the green woods we wander,
black soil and trees that shadows cast,
Full of piglets, owls hoots fast.
Within the rabbit's hole we hide,
Diverse creatures, all side by side.

Enchanted realm, both near and far,
Still strangers yet a family to become.
In this forest, worn and torn,
Pooh is drunk and Tigers long gone.

Puzzle pieces upon branches grows,
Each fragment unique, builds an imitation.
Roo, dear Roo, where are you?
The rabbit's heart is turning blue

For in this tale of green and dark,
A world of struggles, intertwined,
Winnie and friends, each a part,
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