She's Stark Raving Mad!

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

In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown, Take Pen And Ink, And Write It Down.

I Said You Looked Like An Egg, Sir. And Some Eggs Are Very Pretty, You Know.

I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After So Much Reciting: So, If You Don't Object, My Dear, We'll Try A Glass Of Bitter Beer - I Think It Looks Inviting.

There Ought To Be A Book Written About Me, That There Ought!