“How doth the little crocodileImprove his shining tail,And pour the waters of the NileOn every golden scale!How cheerfully he seems to grin,How neatly he spreads his claws,And welcomes little fishes in,With gently smiling jaws!”

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!”

“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.”

“Twinkle, twinkle little bat How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky.”

“I don't see how he can ever finish, if he doesn't begin.”

“All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.”

“Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail,'There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail.See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance?Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?”