There are lots and lots of people who are always asking things, <br />Like Dates and Pounds-and-ounces and the names of funny Kings, <br />And the answer's always Sixpence or A Hundred Inches Long. <br />And I know they'll think me silly if I get the answer wrong. <br /> <br />So Pooh and I go whispering, and Pooh looks very bright, <br />And says, 'Well, I say sixpence, but I don't suppose I'm right.' <br />And then it doesn't matter what the answer ought to be, <br />'Cos if he's right, I'm Right, and if he's wrong, it isn't Me.<br /><br />Alan Alexander Milne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-friend-14/
