Soup Of The Evening, Beautiful Soup! Soup

Alice Had Begun With 'let's Pretend We're Kings And Queens;' And Her Sister, Who Liked Being Exact, Had Argued That They Couldn't, Because There Were Only Two Of Them, And Alice Hand Been Reduced At Last To Say, 'well, You Can Be One Of Them Then, And I'll Be The Rest.

I'm Not Strange, Weird, Off, Nor Crazy, My Reality Is Just Different From Yours.

There Ought To Be A Book Written About Me, That There Ought!

I'm Doubtful About The Temper Of Your Flamingo. Shall I Try The Experiment?

"take Some More Tea," The March Hare Said To Alice, Very Earnestly. "i've Had Nothing Yet," Alice Replied In An Offended Tone, "so I Can't Take More."