A/N: I love Lewis Carroll. I just love Lewis Carroll.

Six and Four, or Ten

Once there was a silamit

Twice there was a twuf.

Thrice there was a lalakit,

And that was quite enough.

Once, twice and thrice

Makes up an even six

One day they went out for a trice

In the area of the Stix

Stix is the name of a river

Flowing water, cold and blue

Which, if you follow the twist and turns,

Will lead you back to you.

Now, when the six went out to walk,

They met another four.

Six and four makes ten,

And ten is even more.

The other four were Kuffets,

With glowing purple toes.

They carried each their own snuffbox,

But shared one collective nose.

The four all gave out one big sneeze,

The six did shout with glee.

And then, the six did rapidly

Invite the four for tea.

And so, along the riverbank,

They all wandered along

Around the crazy twists and turns

And hummed a happy song.

And yet, they were walking

Bound back home for tea,

They met themselves around the bend!

What a mess! Oh Dearie Me!

Once, twice, thrice and four

Ran off their separate ways

Never to meet ever again

For many, many days.

And so this is the lesson

Of this poem; Basically,

Don’t follow the river Stix

And expect to be home for tea.