Brother And Sister : Lewis Caroll : : Sister Poems : :

SISTER, sister, go to bed!Go and rest your weary head.”Thus the prudent brother said. “Do you want a battered hide,Or scratches to your face applied?”Thus his sister calm replied. “Sister, do not raise my wrath.I’d make you into mutton brothAs easily as kill a moth” The sister raised her beaming eyeAnd looked on him indignantlyAndContinue reading “Brother And Sister : Lewis Caroll : : Sister Poems : :”

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