it’s a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.
I can’t go no lower.
I’m on the floor as it is.
I want a clean cup.
Let’s all move one place one.
I do wish I hadn’t
drunk quite so much.
I hadn’t quite finished my tea
when I was sent for.
How cheerfully he seems to grin
how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
I’m opening out
like the largest telescope that ever was. Good-bye, feet.
Hold your tongue, Ma!
You’re enough to try the patience of an oyster.
I was never
so small before.
I’ve none of my own.
I’m a hatter.
than you, and must know better.
is a long and sad tail.
A mouse —
of a mouse — to a mouse — a mouse — o’mouse.
An arm, you goose!
Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window.
He’s murdering the time.
Off with his head.
Oh my ears and whiskers,
how late it is getting.
Why is a raven
like a writing desk?
6 o’clock now.
I don’t know the meaning of half those long words.
It’s always tea-time,
and we’ve no time to wash things up between whiles.
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky.
I really must be getting home.
The night hair doesn’t suit my throat.
is such a wretched height to be.
I should think you
could draw treacle out of a treacle well. Eh, stupid?
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat,
how I wonder what you’re at!
of the month is it?
who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now.
…and even if my head would go through,
it would be of very little use without my shoulders.