`Make a remark,' said the Red Queen: `it's ridiculous to leave all
the conversation to the pudding!'
`Do you know, I've had such a quantity of poetry repeated to me
to-day,' Alice began, a little frightened at finding that, the moment
she opened her lips, there was dead silence, and all eyes were fixed
upon her; `and it's a very curious thing, I think -- every poem was
about fishes in some way. Do you know why they're so fond of fishes,
all about here?'
She spoke to the Red Queen, whose answer was a little wide of the
mark. `As to fishes,' she said, very slowly and solemnly, putting
her mouth close to Alice's ear, `her White Majesty knows a lovely
riddle -- all in poetry -- all about fishes. Shall she repeat it?'
`Her Red Majesty's very kind to mention it,' the White Queen
murmured into Alice's other ear, in a voice like the cooing of a
pigeon. `It would be SUCH a treat! May I?'
`Please do,' Alice said very politely.
The White Queen laughed with delight, and stroked Alice's cheek.
Then she began:
`"First, the fish must be caught.'
That is easy: a baby, I think, could have caught it.
"Next, the fish must be bought.
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