I Am Fond Of Children - Except

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

It'll Be No Use Their Putting Their Heads Down And Saying "come Up Again, Dear!" I Shall Only Look Up And Say "who Am I Then? Tell Me That First, And Then, If I Like Being That Person, I'll Come Up: If Not, I'll Stay Down Here Till I'm Somebody Else"--but, Oh Dear!' Cried Alice, With A Sudden Burst Of Tears, 'i Do Wish They Would Put Their Heads Down! I Am So Very Tired Of Being All Alone Here!

If He Smiled Much More, The Ends Of His Mouth Might Meet Behind, And Then I Don't Know What Would Happen To His Head! I'm Afraid It Would Come Off!

'i Beg Your Pardon?' Alice Said With A Puzzled Air. 'i'm Not Offended,' Said Humpty Dumpty.

You May Charge Me With Murder--or Want Of Sense-- (we Are All Of Us Weak At Times): But The Slightest Approach To A False Pretence Was Never Among My Crimes!