Alice Loses Her Temper

In my youth, said his father I took to the law And argued each case with my wife And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw Has lasted the rest of my life "Come back" the caterpillar called after her "I have something important to say" She felt there was no time to be lost She was shrinking rapidly So she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot That there was hardly room to open her mouth But she did it at last And managed to swallow a morsel of the left-handed bit "I'm not particular as to size," Alice hastily replied "Only one doesn't like changing so often, you know?" "I don't know," said the caterpillar Alice said nothing She had never been so much contradicted in all her life before And she felt like she was losing her temper "I wish that creatures wouldn't be so easily offended" "You'll get used to it in time," said the caterpillar And it put the hookah in its mouth and began smoking again This time, Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again In a minute or two, the caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth And yawned once or twice and shook itself Then got down of the mushroom And crawled away into the grass, merely remarking as it went "One side will make you grow taller And the other side will make you grow shorter" "One side of what? The other side of what?" Thought Alice to herself Be what you would seem to be, or if you would like it put more simply Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than What it might appear to others that what you were or might have been Was not otherwise than what you had been