`` Shall we try the second figure ? '' said the Gryphon , `` or would you prefer a song ? '' `` Oh , a song , please ! '' Alice replied , so eagerly , that the Gryphon said , in a rather offended tone , `` hm ! no accounting for tastes ! Sing her ` Mock 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 ! `` 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 , he hurried off , without waiting for the end of the song . `` What trial is it ? '' panted Alice as she ran , but the Gryphon only answered `` come on ! ''
and XXXXX the faster , and more and more faintly came , borne on the breeze that followed them , the melancholy words : `` Soo -- oop of the e -- e -- evening , Beautiful beautiful Soup ! ''
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