Poems by Lewis Carroll at PoetryFoundation.org

All old Dadgerson's dodges one conning one's copying and that's what wonderland's wanderlad'll flaunt to the fair.

Of course you know what a Snark is? If you do, please tell me: for I haven't an idea what it is like.

As to dancing, my dear, I never dance, unless I am allowed to do it in my own peculiar way. There is no use trying to describe it: it has to be seen to be beli…