From the Squirrel skin Marcosset Made some mittens for our hero. Mittens with the fur-side inside, With the fur-side next his fingers So's to keep the hand warm inside.

'T was brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited

Conductor, when you receive a fare, Punch in the presence of the passenjare. A blue trip slip for an eight-cent fare, A buff trip slip for a six-cent fare, A pink trip slip for a three-cent fare, Punch in the presence of the passenjare! Punch, brothers! punch with care! Punch in the presence of the passenjare!

Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

I feel sorry for the guy. But I'm not angry with him.