Not very nice _alone_, he interrupted, quite eagerly: but you ve no
idea what a difference it makes mixing it with other things such as
gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leave you. They had just
come to the end of the wood.
Alice could only look puzzled: she was thinking of the pudding.
You are sad, the Knight said in an anxious tone: let me sing you a
song to comfort you.
Is it very long? Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry
that day.
It s long, said the Knight, but very, _very_ beautiful. Everybody
that hears me sing it either it brings the _tears_ into their eyes, or
else
Or else what? said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.
Or else it doesn t, you know. The name of the song is called
_Haddocks Eyes_.
Oh, that s the name of the song, is it? Alice said, trying to feel
interested.
No, you don t understand, the Knight said, looking a little vexed.
That s what the name is _called_. The name really _is_ _The Aged Aged
Man_.
Then I ought to have said That s what the _song_ is called ? Alice
corrected herself.
No, you oughtn t: that s quite another thing! The _song_ is called
_Ways and Means_ : but that s only what it s _called_, you know!
Well, what _is_ the song, then? said Alice, who was by this time
completely bewildered.
I was coming to that, the Knight said. The song really _is_
_A-sitting On A Gate_ : and the tune s my own invention.
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