"Repeat 'You are old, Father William,'" said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her hands, and began: --
"You
are old, father William," the young man said,
"And
your hair has become very white;
And
yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"In
my youth," father William replied to his son,
"I
feared it would injure the brain;
But
now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
"You
are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And
have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet
you turned a back-somersault in at the door --
Pray, what is the reason of that?"
"In
my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I
kept all my limbs very supple
By
the use of this ointment -- one shilling the box --
Allow me to sell you a couple."
"You
are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For
anything tougher than suet;
Yet
you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak --
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"
"In
my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And
argued each case with my wife;
And
the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."
"You
are old," said the youth; one would hardly suppose
That
your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet
you balanced an eel on the end of your nose --
What made you so awfully clever?"
"I
have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said
his father; "don't give yourself airs!
Do
you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!"
"That is not said right," said the Caterpillar.
"Not
quite right, I'm afraid," said Alice
timidly;
"some
of the words have got altered."
"It
is wrong from beginning to end," said the Caterpillar ...
Indeed
it is! This poem parodies Robert Southey's "The Old Man's Comforts And How
He Gained Them."
by
Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
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