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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Crocodile, The (1865)
by Lewis Carroll

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin!
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!


A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.
— W.H. Auden