And if you have a better man,
Well, show him to me, if you can.
“Thank you very much,” said Alice; “it’s very interesting, but I’m afraid it won’t help to cool the atmosphere much.”
“I could tell you lots more like that,” Humpty Dumpty began, but Alice hastily interrupted him.
“I hear a lot of fighting going on in the wood; don’t you think I had better hear the rest some other time?”
ALICE IN A FOG
“The Duke and Duchess!” said the White Rabbit nervously, as it went scurrying past; “they may be here at any moment, and I haven’t got it yet.”
“Hasn’t got what?” wondered Alice.
“A rhyme for Cornwall,” said the Rabbit, as if in answer to her thought; “borne well, yawn well”—and he pattered away into the distance, dropping in his hurry a folded paper that he had been carrying.
“What have you got there?” asked the Cheshire Cat as Alice picked up the paper and opened it.
“It seems to be a kind of poetry,” said Alice doubtfully; “at least,” she added, “some of the words rhyme and none of them appear to have any particular meaning.”