So She Sat On With Closed Eyes,

There Are Three Hundred And Sixty-four Days When You Might Get Un-birthday Presents, And Only One For Birthday Presents, You Know.

I'm Not Strange, Weird, Off, Nor Crazy, My Reality Is Just Different From Yours.

You're Thinking About Something, My Dear, And That Makes You Forget To Talk.

'who's Been Repeating All That Hard Stuff To You?' 'i Read It In A Book,' Said Alice. 'but I Had Some Poetry Repeated To Me, Much Easier Than That, By - Tweedledee, I Think It Was.' 'as To Poetry, You Know,' Said Humpty Dumpty, Stretching Out One Of His Great Hands, 'i Can Repeat Poetry As Well As Other Folk, If It Comes To That - ' 'oh, It Needn't Come To That!' Alice Hastily Said, Hoping To Keep Him From Beginning.

Somehow It Seems To Fill My Head With Ideas - Only I Don't Exactly Know What They Are!