Matilda Jane, you never look

At any toy or picture book.

I show you pretty things in vain;

You must be blind, Matilda Jane.

I ask you riddles, tell you tales,

But all our conversation fails.

You never answer me again;

I fear you’re dumb, Matilda Jane.

Matilda, darling, when I call,

You never seem to hear at all.

I shout with all my might and main;

But you’re so deaf, Matilda Jane!

Matilda Jane, you needn’t mind;

For, though you’re deaf and dumb and blind,

There’s someone loves you, it is plain.

And that is I, Matilda Jane.

— Lewis Carroll +pJ7nCVW3BflGf6vYlO+XsKEUX7cl3+ShvTuaZ0GQgAWcfi8cY/zqC/1i4KWmrqA