“Well, the flag that some one found,
Scouring the field or furrowing the sea.”
“Would you mind explaining,” said the Cat, “which was doing the scouring and furrowing?”
“The flag,” said Alice, “or the some one. It isn’t exactly clear, and it doesn’t make sense either way. Anyhow, wherever the flag was it floated o’er the Free.”
“WOULD YOU MIND EXPLAINING?” SAID THE CAT.
“Come, that tells us something. Whoever it was must have avoided Dartmoor and St. Helena.”
“You, wandering, saw,
Young Commonwealths you found.”
“There’s a great deal of wandering in the poem,” observed the Cat.