“Ever drifting down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?”
Through The Looking Glass
Fury said to
a mouse, That
he met in the
house, “Let
us both go
to law: I
will prose-
cute you.-
Come, I’ll
take no de-
nial: We
must have
the trial;
For really
this morn-
ing I’ve
nothing
to do.”
Said the
mouse to
the cur,
“Such a
trial, dear
sir, with
no jury
or judge
would
be wast-
ing our
breath.”
“I’ll be
judge
I’ll be
jury,”
said
cun-
ning
old
Fury:
“I’ll
try
the
whole
cause,
and
con-
demn
you to
death”
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
It’s all about you, you know.
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!
