sing?'

  `Oh, YOU sing,' said the Gryphon.  `I've forgotten the words.'

  So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now

and then treading on her toes when they passed too close, and

waving their forepaws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle

sang this, very slowly and sadly:--

`"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail.

"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my

 tail.

See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!

They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the

dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the

dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the

dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be

When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to

                                                      sea!"

But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look

                                                       askance--

Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the

   dance.

    Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join

        the dance.

    Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join

        the dance.

`"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied.

"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.

The further off from England the nearer is to France--

Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

    Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the

         dance?

    Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the

         dance?"'

  `Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to watch,' said

Alice, feeling very glad that it was over at last:  `and I do so

like that curious song about the whiting!' ()