So _much_ obliged! added Tweedledee. You like poetry?
Ye-es, pretty well _some_ poetry, Alice said doubtfully. Would you
tell me which road leads out of the wood?
What shall I repeat to her? said Tweedledee, looking round at
Tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice s question.
_The Walrus and the Carpenter_ is the longest, Tweedledum replied,
giving his brother an affectionate hug.
Tweedledee began instantly:
The sun was shining
Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. If it s _very_ long, she said,
as politely as she could, would you please tell me first which road
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done
It s very rude of him, she said,
To come and spoil the fun!
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying over head
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