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!’ 🔊