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I'd Give All The Wealth That Years Have Piled, The Slow Result Of Life's Decay, To Be Once More A Little Child For One Bright Summer Day.

The Queen Of Hearts, She Made Some Tarts, All On A Summer Day: The Knave Of Hearts, He Stole Those Tarts, And Took Them Quite Away!

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

"in My Youth," Said His Father, "i Look To The Law, And Argued Each Case With My Wife; And The Muscular Strength, Which It Gave To My Jaw Has Lasted The Rest Of My Life."

The Cheshire Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice. It Looked Good-natured, She Thought: Still It Had Very Long Claws And A Great Many Teeth, So She Felt It Ought To Be Treated With Respect.