Pooh: Horay, for me!
Eeyore: Horay, Horay.
Owl: For Pooh will soon be free!
Everyone: Now the time has come for Poohing, and the time has come for Pooh, and since we pledged he'd be unwedged that's what we're going to do. He'll be pulled and he'll be tugged, and eventually be unplugged. We'll have a tug of war to open Rabbit's door. We'll heave him... and ho him, and out the Pooh will go'in. For I am the matter that made the Pooh unfatted. Heave. Ho. Heave. Ho Heave, Heave, Heave, Heave!