Caterpillar:
Recite.
Alice:
Oh. Yes sir. How doth the little busy bee improve each...
Caterpillar:
Stop. That is not spoken correctically. It goes: How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail. And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.
Alice:
Well, I must say, I've never heard it that way before.
Caterpillar:
I know. I have improoooved it.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:43