` We quarrelled last March -- just before HE went mad , you know -- ' -LRB- pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare , -RRB- ' -- it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts , and I had to sing `` Twinkle , twinkle , little bat ! How I wonder what you 're at ! '' You know the song , perhaps ? ' ` I 've heard something like it , ' said Alice . ` It goes on , you know , ' the Hatter continued , ` in this way : -- `` Up above the world you fly , Like a tea-tray in the sky . Twinkle , twinkle -- '' ' Here the Dormouse shook itself , and began singing in its sleep ` Twinkle , twinkle , twinkle , twinkle -- ' and went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop . ` Well , I 'd hardly finished the first verse , ' said the Hatter , ` when the Queen jumped up and bawled out , `` He 's murdering the time ! Off with his head ! '' ' ` How dreadfully savage ! ' exclaimed Alice . ` And ever since that , ' the Hatter went on in a mournful tone , ` he wo n't do a thing I ask ! It 's always six o'clock now . ' A bright idea came into Alice 's head . ` Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here ? ' she asked . ` Yes , that 's it , ' said the Hatter with a sigh : ` it 's always tea-time , and we 've no time to wash the things between whiles . ' ` Then you keep moving round , I suppose ? ' said Alice . ` Exactly so , ' said the Hatter : ` as the things get used up . ' ` But what happens when you come to the beginning again ? '
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