I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day. - Lewis Carroll

One! two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snickersnack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

When I’m a Duchess,” she said to herself (not in a very hopeful tone though), “I won’t have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well without. Maybe it’s always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,” she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, “and vinegar that makes them sour — and camomile that makes them bitter — and — and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that; then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know —

Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!