When Anne and I go out a walk, <br />We hold each other's hand and talk <br />Of all the things we mean to do <br />When Anne and I are forty-two. <br /> <br />And when we've thought about a thing, <br />Like bowling hoops or bicycling, <br />Or falling down on Anne's balloon, <br />We do it in the afternoon.<br /><br />Alan Alexander Milne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-walk/
