Last, the youngest son was taken: <br />Very rough and thick his hair was, <br />Very round and red his face was, <br />Very dusty was his jacket, <br />Very fidgety his manner. <br />And his overbearing sisters <br />Called him names he disapproved of: <br />Called him Johnny, 'Daddy's Darling,' <br />Called him Jacky, 'Scrubby School-boy.' <br />And, so awful was the picture, <br />In comparison the others <br />Seemed, to one's bewildered fancy, <br />To have partially succeeded. <br /> <br /> <br />Finally my Hiawatha <br />Tumbled all the tribe together, <br />('Grouped' is not the right expression), <br />And, as happy chance would have it, <br />Did at last obtain a picture <br />Where the faces all succeeded: <br />Each came out a perfect likeness. <br /> <br /> <br />Then they joined and all abused it, <br />Unrestrainedly abused it, <br />As the worst and ugliest picture <br />They could possibly have dreamed of. <br />'Giving one such strange expressions-- <br />Sullen, stupid, pert expressions. <br />Really any one would take us <br />(Any one that did not know us) <br />For the most unpleasant people!' <br />(Hiawatha seemed to think so, <br />Seemed to think it not unlikely). <br />All together rang their voices, <br />Angry, loud, discordant voices, <br />As of dogs that howl in concert, <br />As of cats that wail in chorus.<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiawathas-photographing-part-v/
