"Love to eat them mousies...
Mousies what I love to eat!
Bite they little heads off,
Nibble on they tiny feet!"
"'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogroves, / And the mome raths outgrabe."
"Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run"
"what rabbit?"