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