“It’s dreadfully hard to understand,” said Alice.
“It gets easier as it goes on,” said Humpty Dumpty, and resumed—
They tried a most malignant scheme,
They put dead horses in the stream;
(With One at home I saw it bore
On preference for a horseless war).
But though I held the war might cease,
At least I never held my peace.
I held the key; it was a bore
I could not hit upon the door.
Then One suggested, in my ear,
It would be well to persevere.
The papers followed in that strain,
They said it very loud and plain.
I simply answered with a grin,
“Why, what a hurry they are in!”
I went and played a waiting game;
Observe, I got there just the same.