Fly
Twinkle twinkle little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly
like a tea tray in the sky
- The Mad Hatter
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
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