But I Was Thinking Of A Way

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!

Thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail The Love-gift Of A Fairy Tale.

Read The Directions And Directly You Will Be Directed In The Right Direction.

In Fact, Now I Come To Think Of It, Do We Decide Questions, At All? We Decide Answers, No Doubt: But Surely The Questions Decide Us? It Is The Dog, You Know, That Wags The Tail--not The Tail That Wags The Dog.

Alice: "how Long Is Forever?" White Rabbit: "sometimes, Just One Second."