Everything Is Funny, If You

I Try To Believe In As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Count Them, Alice. One, There Are Drinks That Make You Shrink. Two, There Are Foods That Make You Grow. Three, Animals Can Talk. Four, Cats Can Disappear. Five, There Is A Place Called Underland. Six, I Can Slay The Jabberwocky.

Everybody Has Won, And All Must Have Prizes.

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.

Death Is Always Sad, I Suppose, To Us Who Look Forward To It: I Expect It Will Seem Very Different When We Can Look Back Upon It.

Lastly, She Pictured To Herself How This Same Little Sister Of Hers Would, In The After-time, Be Herself A Grown Woman; And How She Would Keep, Through All Her Riper Years, The Simple And Loving Heart Of Her Childhood: And How She Would Gather About Her Other Little Children, And Make Their Eyes Bright And Eager With Many A Strange Tale, Perhaps Even With The Dream Of Wonderland Of Long Ago: And How She Would Feel With All Their Simple Sorrows, And Find A Pleasure In All Their Simple Joys, Remembering Her Own Child-life, And The Happy Summer Days.