It's Too Late To Correct

A Tale Begun In Other Days, When Summer Suns Were Glowing - A Simple Chime, That Served To Time The Rhythm Of Your Rowing - Whose Echoes Live In Memory Yet, Though Envious Years Would Say 'forget.

Anon, To Sudden Silence Won, In Fancy They Pursue The Dream-child Moving Through The Land Of Wonders Wild And New, In Friendly Chat With Bird Or Beast - And Half Believe It True.

“i Don't Like The Look Of It At All,” Said The King: “however, It May Kiss My Hand, If It Likes.” “i'd Rather Not,” The Cat Remarked.

A Loaf Of Bread, The Walrus Said, Is What We Chiefly Need: Pepper And Vinegar Besides Are Very Good Indeed-- Now If You're Ready, Oysters, Dear, We Can Begin To Feed!

In Another Moment Down Went Alice After It, Never Once Considering How In The World She Was To Get Out Again.