Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat How I Wonder

'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.

It’s A Miserable Story!” Said Bruno. “it Begins Miserably, And It Ends Miserablier. I Think I Shall Cry. Sylvie, Please Lend Me Your Handkerchief.” “i Haven’t Got It With Me,” Sylvie Whispered. “then I Won’t Cry,” Said Bruno Manfully.

Do Not, Oh Do Not Indulge Such A Wild Idea That A Newspaper Might Err! If So What Have We To Trust In This Age Of Sham?

"try Another Subtraction Sum. Take A Bone From A Dog: What Remains?" [asked The Red Queen] Alice Considered. "the Bone Wouldn't Remain, Of Course, If I Took It-and The Dog Wouldn't Remain; It Would Come To Bite Me-and I'm Sure I Shouldn't Remain!" "then You Think Nothing Would Remain?" Said The Red Queen. "i Think That's The Answer." "wrong, As Usual," Said The Red Queen, "the Dog's Temper Would Remain."

I Have Had Prayers Answered - Most Strangely So Sometimes - But I Think Our Heavenly Father's Loving-kindness Has Been Even More Evident In What He Has Refused Me.