The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I

And Ever, As The Story Drained The Wells Of Fancy Dry, And Faintly Strove That Weary One To Put The Subject By, "the Rest Next Time--" "it Is Next Time!" The Happy Voice Cry. Thus Grew The Tale Of Wonderland

There Is A Place. Like No Place On Earth. A Land Full Of Wonder, Mystery, And Danger! Some Say To Survive It: You Need To Be As Mad As A Hatter. Which Luckily I Am.

Alice Came To A Fork In The Road. 'which Road Do I Take?' She Asked. 'where Do You Want To Go?' Responded The Cheshire Cat. 'i Don't Know,' Alice Answered. 'then,' Said The Cat, 'it Doesn't Matter.

Would You Tell Me, Please, Which Way I Ought To Go From Here?" "that Depends A Good Deal On Where You Want To Get To." "i Don't Much Care Where –" "then It Doesn't Matter Which Way You Go.

Thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail The Love-gift Of A Fairy Tale.