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“Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you another song?”
“Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind,” Alice
replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone,
“Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her ‘Turtle Soup,’ will you, old
fellow?” The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began in a voice
choked with sobs, to sing this:“Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful
Soup! Beau-ootiful Soo-oop! Beautiful Soo-oop! Soo-oop of the e-e-
evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup!
“Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two p ennyworth only of beautiful
Soup? Pennyworth only of beautiful soup? Beau-ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau-ootiful Soo-oop! Soo-oop of the e-e-evening, Beautiful, beauti-
“Chorus again!” cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just
begun to repeat it, when a cry of “The trial’s beginning!” was heard
in the distance.
“Come on!” cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it
hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song.
“What trial is it?” Alice panted as she ran: but the Gryphon only
answered “Come on!” and ran the faster, while more and more
faintly came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the
melancholy words:“Soo-oop of the e-e-evening, Beautiful, beautiful