Alice Through The Looking-Glass

Illustrated children's book by Lewis Carroll - online version

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11 IT'S MY OWN INVENTION.'
u I '11 tell thee everything I can
There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man,
A-sitting on a gate. i Who are you, aged man ? ' I said.
{And how is it you live ? ' And his answer trickled through my head
Like water through a sieve.
"He said 11 look for butterflies
That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies,
And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men,'' he said,
1 Who sail on stormy seas ; And that's the way I get my bread—
A trifle, if you please.'
"But I was thinking of a plan
To dye one's whiskers green, And always use so large a fan
That they could not be seen. So, having no reply to give
To what the old man said, I cried 'Come, tell me how you live!9
And thumped him on the head.
"His accents mild took up the tale: He said 'I go my ways, And when I find a mountain-rill, J set it in a blaze: