Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of dough, Who snorted like a buffalo-That summer evening, long ago, A-sitting on a gate.'
Harrapatzen baduzu, bildu aurpegia painelu hori batean. Hitz egiten ari zela painelua askatu zuen, eta Alicek haren peluka ikusi zuen harridura handiz. Beilegia zen, painelua bezalakoa, eta guztiz nahasturik zegoen, auka sorta bat bezala.