Clear down in the pokes of their pocket-like ears,
And turned over my eyes to their sages and seers.
But they soon rued they had the brains I had had
For they drove every one of them stark staring mad;
For the goblins, you see, went crazy, like me,
As mad as a March hare ever could be.
To my greatest surprise they brought back my eyes
And put them both back as they always had been.
Since Thought made them crazy, as each one had seen,
They restored me my brains with the greatest of pains,