‘Not at first, perhaps,’ said the Hatter: ‘but you could keep it to

half-past one as long as you liked.’ 🔊

‘Is that the way you manage?’ Alice asked. 🔊

The Hatter shook his head mournfully. ‘Not I!’ he replied. 🔊 ‘We

quarrelled last March--just before he went mad, you know--’ (pointing

with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) 🔊 ‘--it was at the great concert

given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing 🔊

“Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!

How I wonder what you’re at!” 🔊

You know the song, perhaps?’

‘I’ve heard something like it,’ said Alice. 🔊

‘It goes on, you know,’ the Hatter continued, ‘in this way:-- 🔊

“Up above the world you fly,

Like a tea-tray in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle--“’ 🔊

Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep ‘Twinkle,

twinkle, twinkle, twinkle--’ and went on so long that they had to pinch

it to make it stop. 🔊