"don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?"

Not sure how I feel about this one: it's certainly sweet, but is it me, or is there something disturbing here, too?

"...and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?" --Jack Kerouac, On the Road