I Should Like The Whole Race Of

I Wish I Could Manage To Be Glad! Only I Never Can Remember The Rule. You Must Be Very Happy, Living In This Wood, And Being Glad Whenever You Like!

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.

Will You Walk A Little Faster? Said A Whiting To A Snail, "there's A Porpoise Close Behind Us, And He's Treading On My Tail! See How Eagerly The Lobsters And The Turtles All Advance: They Are Waiting On The Shingle--will You Come And Join The Dance?

Death Is Always Sad, I Suppose, To Us Who Look Forward To It: I Expect It Will Seem Very Different When We Can Look Back Upon It.

I Said It In Hebrew—i Said It In Dutch— I Said It In German And Greek; But I Wholly Forgot (and It Vexes Me Much) That English Is What You Speak!