I Am Fond Of Children - Except

And How Do You Know That You're Mad?

If It Had Grown Up, It Would Have Made A Dreadfully Ugly Child; But It Makes Rather A Handsome Pig, I Think.

Better Say Nothing At All. Language Is Worth A Thousand Pounds A Word!

Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder.

He Was Part Of My Dream, Of Course -- But Then I Was Part Of His Dream, Too.