She's Stark Raving Mad!

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

Alice Came To A Fork In The Road. 'which Road Do I Take?' She Asked. 'where Do You Want To Go?' Responded The Cheshire Cat. 'i Don't Know,' Alice Answered. 'then,' Said The Cat, 'it Doesn't Matter.

Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk?

Reeling And Writhing Of Course, To Begin With,' The Mock Turtle Replied, 'and The Different Branches Of Arithmetic-ambition, Distraction, Uglification, And Derision.

Come, Hearken Then, Ere Voice Of Dread, With Bitter Tiding Laden, Shall Summon To Unwelcome Bed A Melancholy Maiden! We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.