Little Alice fell d o w n the hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul
Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it.
And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.
Take my friends and my home - as an outcast I'll roam: Take the money I have in the bank: It is just what I wish, but deprive me of fish, And my life would indeed be blank.