As it fell upon a Day
As I was sitting on the
hearth
(And O, but a hog is fat!)
A man came currying up the path,
(And what care I for that?)
When he came the house unto,
His
breath both
quick and
short he drew.
When he came before the door,
His face grew
paler than before.
When he turned the handle round,
The man fell
fainting to the ground.
When he crossed the
lofty hall,
Once again I heard him fall.
When he came up to the
turret stair,
He shrieked and tore his
raven hair.
When he came my
chamber in,
(And O, but a hog is fat!)
I ran him through with a golden
pin,
(And what care I for that?)
Lewis Carroll,1850