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Alice's
Adventures in Wonderland
Kapitel 10:
The lobster quadrille, Lewis Carroll, Seite 4 ( von 4 )
Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would all come wrong,
and she went on in a trembling voice: -
"I passed by
his garden, and marked, with one eye,
How the owl and the oyster were sharing a pie -"
"What is
the use of repeating all that stuff," the Mock Turtle interrupted,
"if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far the most confusing
thing I ever
heard!"
"Yes, I think you'd better leave off," said the Gryphon, and Alice
was only too glad to do so.
"Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?" the Gryphon
went on. "Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a 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 sometimes 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!
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
pennyworth 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!"
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