He killed the noble Mudjokivis.
Of the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur read more

He killed the noble Mudjokivis.
Of the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur side inside,
Made them with the skin side outside.
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the inside skin side outside;
He, to get the cold side outside,
Put the warm side fur side inside.
That's why he put the fur side inside,
Why he put the skin side outside,
Why he turned them inside outside.

A little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the wisest men.

A little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the wisest men.

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered read more

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few think him pleasant enough.

Pure love produces pure nonsense.

Pure love produces pure nonsense.

Nonsense is an assertion of man's spiritual freedom in spite of all the oppressions of circumstance

Nonsense is an assertion of man's spiritual freedom in spite of all the oppressions of circumstance

Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.

Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.

From the Squirrel skin Marcosset
Made some mittens for our hero.
Mittens with the fur-side inside,
read more

From the Squirrel skin Marcosset
Made some mittens for our hero.
Mittens with the fur-side inside,
With the fur-side next his fingers
So's to keep the hand warm inside.

'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were read more

'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does
not mis-become a monarch.

A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does
not mis-become a monarch.