The Poetry Corner

Theme With Variations

By Lewis Carroll

I never loved a dear Gazelle, Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, But why should I be fond of such? To glad me with his soft black eye My son comes trotting home from school; He's had a fight but can't tell why, He always was a little fool! But, when he came to know me well, He kicked me out, her testy Sire: And when I stained my hair, that Belle Might note the change and this admire And love me, it was sure to dye A muddy green, or staring blue: Whilst one might trace, with half an eye, The still triumphant carrot through