Horton's Clover

`You promised to tell me your history, you know,’ said Alice, `and why it is you hate—C and D,’ she added in a whisper, half afraid that it would be offended again.

`Mine is a long and a sad tale!’ said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing.

`It IS a long tail, certainly,’ said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse’s tail; `but why do you call it sad?’ And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this:—

`Fury said to a
mouse, That he
met in the
house,
“Let us
both go to
law: I will
prosecute

YOU. —Come,
I’ll take no
denial; We
must have a
trial: For
really this
morning I’ve
nothing
to do.”
Said the
mouse to the
cur, “Such
a trial,
dear Sir,
With
no jury
or judge,
would be
wasting
our
breath.”
“I’ll be
judge, I’ll
be jury,”
Said
cunning
old Fury:
“I’ll
try the
whole
cause,
and
condemn
you
to
death.”’

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

`How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!