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(Taken from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll) It was getting dark so suddenly That Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on "What a thick black cloud that is!" she said "And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!" "It's the crow!" Tweedledum cried out In a shrill voice of alarm: And the two brothers took to their heels And were out of sight in a moment Alice ran a little way into the wood And stopped under a large tree "It can never get at me here," she thought "It's far too large to squeeze itself in among the trees But I wish it wouldn't flap its wings so— It makes quite a hurricane in the wood— Here's somebody's shawl being blown away!"