Well That Was The Silliest Tea Party

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.

Alice Thought To Herself, 'then There's No Use In Speaking.' The Voices Didn't Join In This Time, As She Hadn't Spoken, But To Her Great Surprise, They All Thought In Chorus (i Hope You Understand What Thinking In Chorus Means--for I Must Confess That I Don't), 'better Say Nothing At All. Language Is Worth A Thousand Pounds A Word!

Beware The Jabberwock, My Son The Jaws That Bite, The Claws That Catch! Beware The Jubjub Bird, And Shun The Frumious Bandersnatch!

I Do Not Know If Alice In Wonderland Was An Original Story-i Was, At Least, No Conscious Imitator In Writing It-but I Do Know That, Since It Came Out, Something Like A Dozen Story-books Have Appeared, On Identically The Same Pattern. The Path I Timidly Explored Believing Myself To Be 'the First That Ever Burst Into That Silent Sea'-is Now A Beaten High-road: All The Way-side Flowers Have Long Ago Been Trampled Into The Dust: And It Would Be Courting Disaster For Me To Attempt That Style Again.

"all Right", Said The Cat; And This Time It Vanished Quite Slowly, Beginning With The End Of The Tail, And Ending With The Grin, Which Remained Some Time After The Rest Of It Had Gone.