`But I had some poetry repeated
to me, much easier than that, by -- Tweedledee, I think it was.'
`As to poetry, you know,' said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of
his great hands, `_I_ can repeat poetry as well as other folk, if it
comes to that -- '
`Oh, it needn't come to that!' Alice hastily said, hoping to keep
him from beginning.
`The piece I'm going to repeat,' he went on without noticing her
remark,' was written entirely for your amusement.'
Alice felt that in that case she really OUGHT to listen to it, so
she sat down, and said `Thank you' rather sadly.
`In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight --
only I don't sing it,' he added, as an explanation.
`I see you don't,' said Alice.
`If you can SEE whether I'm singing or not, you're sharper eyes
than most.' Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. Alice was silent.
`In spring, when woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.'
`Thank you very much,' said Alice.
`In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song:
In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.
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