How doth the little crocodile
Improve upon his shining tail;
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcoms little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
-by Lewis Carroll
Romeo rode to the sepulchre, 'mong dead folks, bats, and creepers;
And swallowed down the burning dose - when Julite oppened her peepers.
"Are you alive? Or is't your ghost? speak quick before I go."
"Alive!" she cried, "and kickking too; art thou my Romeo?"
"It is your Romeo, my faded little blossum;
O Juliet! is it possible that you were acting possum?"
"I was indeed; now lets go home; pa's spite will have abated;
What ails you, love, you stagger so; are you intoxicated?"
"No, no, my duck; I took some stuff that caused a little fit;"
He struggled hard to tell her all, but he coulden't, so he quit.
In shorter time than't takes a lamb to ti wag his tale, or jump,
Poor Romeo was as stiff as any whitewashed pump.
Then Juliet seized that awful knife, and in her bosoum stuck it,
Let out a most terrific yell, fell down, and kicket the bucket.
Dreamers walk in special places
Where ohters dare not tread
They seem to follow different goala
Never wanting to be led
They see the world in special ways
No one ever will understand
Finding their own panoply
Where ever they may land
Dreamers drift on aimlessly
Their journy never clear
Yet, their soul dances to music
You and I may never hear
Let's hear it for the dreamers!
Whoever they may be
By living through their eyes
We, also, can be free
