I Have Proved By Actual Trial That

The Queen Of Hearts, She Made Some Tarts, All On A Summer Day: The Knave Of Hearts, He Stole Those Tarts, And Took Them Quite Away!

'have Some Wine,' The March Hare Said In An Encouraging Tone. Alice Looked Around The Table, But There Was Nothing On It But Tea. 'i Don't See Any Wine,' She Remarked. 'there Isn't Any,' Said The March Hare.

I Know Who I Was When I Got Up This Morning, But I Think I Must Have Been Changed Several Times Since Then

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.

It's Always Tea-time.