I never loved a dear Gazelle-- br Nor anything that cost me much: br High prices profit those who sell, br But why should I be fond of such? br To glad me with his soft black eye br My son comes trotting home from school; br He's had a fight but can't tell why-- br He always was a little fool! br br But, when he came to know me well, br He kicked me out, her testy Sire: br And when I stained my hair, that Belle br Might note the change and this admire br br And love me, it was sure to dye br A muddy green, or staring blue: br Whilst one might trace, with half an eye, br The still triumphant carrot throughbr br Lewis Carrollbr br