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.
One morning I woke up, & began to feel the subtle decay of my soul, accompanied with the degradation of my sagacity/ sanity.