Eeyore: It's my birthday, the happiest day of the year.
Pooh: Your birthday?
Eeyore: Of course. Can't you see all the presents?
Eeyore: Can't you see the cake, the candles, the pink sugar?
Eeyore: Neither can I.
Pooh: Oh. Well, many happy returns of the day, Eeyore.
Eeyore: Thank you, Pooh. But we can't all, and some of us don't.
Pooh: Can't all what?
Eeyore: No gaiety, no song and dance, no "Here We Go 'Round the Mulberry Bush". But don't worry about me, Pooh. Go and enjoy yourself. I'll stay here and be miserable, with no presents, no cake, no candles.