He said "I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men," he said, "Who sail on stormy seas; And that's the way I get my bread -- A trifle, if you please." -Haddocks' Eyes, Lewis Carrol
He said "I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men," he said, "Who sail on stormy seas; And that's the way I get my bread -- A trifle, if you please." -Haddocks' Eyes, Lewis Carrol