Аліса в Країні чудес
The Lobster Quadrille
‘Oh,asong, please,iftheMockTurtlewouldbesokind,’ Alicereplied,soeagerlythattheGryphonsaid,inaratheroffendedtone, ‘Hm!Noaccountingfortastes! Singher"TurtleSoup,"willyou,oldfellow?’
TheMockTurtlesigheddeeply,andbegan,inavoicesometimeschokedwithsobs,tosingthis:—
‘BeautifulSoup,sorichandgreen,
Waitinginahottureen!
Whoforsuchdaintieswouldnotstoop?
Soupoftheevening,beautifulSoup!
Soupoftheevening,beautifulSoup!
Beau—ootifulSoo—oop!
Beau—ootifulSoo—oop!
Soo—oopofthee—e—evening,
Beautiful,beautifulSoup!
‘BeautifulSoup!Whocaresforfish,
Game,oranyotherdish?
Whowouldnotgiveallelsefortwo
PennyworthonlyofbeautifulSoup?
PennyworthonlyofbeautifulSoup?
