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 ! ` Beautiful Soup ! Who cares for fish , Game , or any other dish ? Who would not give all else for two Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup ? Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup ? Beau -- ootiful Soo -- oop ! Beau -- ootiful Soo -- oop ! Soo -- oop of the e -- e -- evening , Beautiful , beauti -- FUL 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 , it hurried off , without waiting for the end of the song . ` What trial is it ? '
Alice panted as she ran ; but the Gryphon only answered ` Come XXXXX ! '
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