You are Old, Father William/ Second Alice Series

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak

For anything tougher than suet;

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak–

Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

- You are Old, Father William

Recently made contact with an Alice transmogrifier in Dublin at The Josie Baggley Company, I like her melancholy take on the White Rabbit.

In news of a personal nature, one of my nephews sent me a David Lindley CD (very greasy) - listening to the song "Your Papa was a Rolling Stone" fills me with longing to do a post titled "There was some bad talk on the rockpile". However, since March is officially going to be Alice in Wonderland month here, that may have to wait...

You are old, Father William

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,

And have grown most uncommonly fat:

Yet you turned a back somersault in at the door –

Pray, what is the reason of that?"

– You are old, Father William

Robert Southey wrote the original (morally improving) poem, which Alice tries to recite with absurd results. Later today, another verse from the same poem, but in the style of the second series.