Curiouser And Curiouser.

When The Sands Are All Dry, He Is Gay As A Lark, And Will Talk In Contemptuous Tones Of The Shark: But, When The Tide Rises And Sharks Are Around, His Voice Has A Timid And Tremulous Sound.

Alice Had Begun With 'let's Pretend We're Kings And Queens;' And Her Sister, Who Liked Being Exact, Had Argued That They Couldn't, Because There Were Only Two Of Them, And Alice Hand Been Reduced At Last To Say, 'well, You Can Be One Of Them Then, And I'll Be The Rest.

Twas Brillig, And The Slithy Toves Did Gyre And Gimble In The Wabe: All Mimsy Were The Borogoves, And The Mome Raths Outgrabe.

"well, It's No Use Your Talking About Waking Him," Said Tweedledum, "when You're Only One Of The Things In His Dream. You Know Very Well You're Not Real."

And Here Alice Began To Get Rather Sleepy, And Went On Saying To Herself, In A Dreamy Sort Of Way, 'do Cats Eat Bats? Do Cats Eat Bats?' And Sometimes, 'do Bats Eat Cats?' For, You See, As She Couldn't Answer Either Question, It Didn't Much Matter Which Way She Put It.