What I tell you three times is true.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to talk of many things: of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings.'