We're All Mad Here.

When The Sands Are All Dry, He Is Gay As A Lark, And Will Talk In Contemptuous Tones Of The Shark: But, When The Tide Rises And Sharks Are Around, His Voice Has A Timid And Tremulous Sound.

Where Do You Come From? And Where Are You Going? Look Up, Speak Nicely, And Don't Twiddle Your Fingers All The Time.

You Could Not See A Cloud, Because No Cloud Was In The Sky: No Birds Were Flying Overhead - There Were No Birds To Fly.

Will You Walk A Little Faster? Said A Whiting To A Snail, "there's A Porpoise Close Behind Us, And He's Treading On My Tail! See How Eagerly The Lobsters And The Turtles All Advance: They Are Waiting On The Shingle--will You Come And Join The Dance?

It Often Runs In Families," She Remarked: "just As A Love For Pastry Does.