You're Thinking About Something, My Dear, And

Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

Better Say Nothing At All. Language Is Worth A Thousand Pounds A Word!

I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After So Much Reciting: So, If You Don't Object, My Dear, We'll Try A Glass Of Bitter Beer - I Think It Looks Inviting.

Can You Do Division? Divide A Loaf By A Knife - What's The Answer To That?

We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.