all sorts of funny thoughts

this is a poem i remember from childhood, which i like very much:

Half Way down by A.A. Milne

Half way down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
its not at the bottom
its not at the top.
It isnt really anywhere, just a place i like to stop.

Half way down the stairs isn't up and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It really isn't anywhere,
its somewhere else instead.