"its a beautiful HOUSE …"
"Tiddely pom …"
"I wish it were MINE …."
"Tiddely pom …."
"Pooh!, shouted Christopher Robin ….
The singers on the gate stopped suddenly.
"It’s Christopher Robin!" said Pooh eagerly.
"He’s round by the place where we got all those sticks from," said Piglet.
"Come on", said Pooh

They climbed down their gate and hurried round the corner of the wood, Pooh making welcoming noises all the way.
"Why, here is Eeyore," said Pooh, when he had finished hugging Christopher Robin, and he nudged Piglet, and Piglet nudged him, and they thought to themselves what a lovely surprise they had got ready. "Hallo, Eeyore."
"Same to you, Pooh Bear, and twice on Thurs-days," said Eeyore gloomily.
Before  Pooh  could  say: "Why  Thursdays?" Christopher Robin began to explain the sad story of Eeyore's Lost House. And Pooh and Piglet listened, and their eyes seemed to get bigger and bigger.
"Where did you say it was?" asked Pooh.
"Just here," said Eeyore.
"Made of sticks?"
"Yes."
"Oh!" said Piglet.
"What?" said Eeyore.
"I just said 'Oh!' " said Piglet nervously. And so as to seem quite at ease he hummed tiddely-pom once or twice in a what-shall-we-do-now kind of way.
"You're sure it was a house?" said Pooh. "I mean, you re sure the house was just here?"
"Of course I am," said Eeyore. And he murmured to himself "No brain at all, some of them."
"Why, what's the matter, Pooh?" asked Chris-topher Robin.
"Well," said Pooh. . . . "The fact is," said Pooh "Well, the fact is," said Pooh . . . "You see," said Pooh. . . . "It's like this," said Pooh, and something seemed to tell him that he wasn't explaining very well, and he nudged Piglet again.
"It's like this," said Piglet quickly. . . . "Only warmer,  he added after deep thought.
"What's warmer?"
"The other side of the wood, where Eeyore's house is.
"My house?" said Eeyore. "My house was here."
"No," said Piglet firmly. "The other side of the wood."
"Because of being warmer," said Pooh. "But I ought to know

"Come and look," said Piglet simply, and he lead the way.
 

"There wouldn’t be two houses," said Pooh. "Not so close together."
They came round the corner, and there was Eeyore’s house, looking as comfy as anything.

  "There you are," said Piglet.
  "Inside as well as outside," said Pooh proudly.
Eeyore went inside . . . and came out again.
"It's a remarkable thing," he said. "It is my house, and I built it where I said I did, so the wind must have blown it here. And the wind blew it right over the wood, and blew it down here, and here it is as good as ever. In fact, better in places."
"Much better," said Pooh and Piglet together.
"It just shows what can be done by taking a little trouble," said Eeyore. "Do you see, Pooh? Do you see, Piglet? Brains first and then Hard Work. Look at it! That's the way to build a house," said Eeyore proudly.
 

So they left him in it; and Christopher Robin went back to lunch with his friends Pooh and Piglet, and on the way they told him of the Awful Mistake they had made. And when he had finished laughing, they all sang the Outdoor Song for Snowy Weather the rest of the way home, Piglet, who was still not quite sure of his voice, putting in the tiddely-poms again.
  "And I know it seems easy," said Piglet to himself,
  "but it isn’t every one who could do it."