Imperious Prima flashes forth

Her edict to begin it

In gentler tone Secunda hopes

'There will be nonsense in it!'

While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than once a minute.


Anon, to sudden silence won,

In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land

Of wonders wild and new,

In friendly chat with bird or beast--

And half believe it true.


by Lewis Carroll (out of copyright)