A tribute to Lewis Caroll. In particular his last poem in "Through the looking glass". Also called "The Toast falls butterside down."

Tis said that man is born to dream,
Of sunshine and it's golden beams,
Of floating down an endless stream,
Beneath the summer stars that gleam.

Though the Hatter's dream may die,
The Red Queen give us such surprise,
With Alice drifting o'er the skies,
I'll dream of tea and mutton pies.

I have often wondered what may lie,
Between the wasteland and the sky,
And pondered that if I should try,
I'd find once more that lost July.

And the toast falls butter-side down.

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