Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Beau ootiful Soo oop!
Beau ootiful 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 FUL SOUP!
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 Soup!
CHAPTER XI.
Who Stole the Tarts?
The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they
arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them all sorts of little
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