How doth the little crocodile... by Lewis Carroll How doth the little crocodile... 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 spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws! If I could live in my dreams and never wake up, I would.
There's nothing wrong with you darling, it's the chemicals in my brain that will not allow me to be fond of you.