"Make a remark," said the Red Queen: "it's ridiculous to leave all the conversation to the pudding!"
"Do you know, I've had such a quantity of poetry repeated to me to-day," Alice began, a little frightened at finding that, the moment she opened her lips, there was dead silence, and all eyes were fixed upon her; "and it's a very curious thing, I think
every poem was about fishes in some way. Do you know why they're so fond of fishes, all about here?"She spoke to the Red Queen, whose answer was a little wide of the mark. "As to fishes," she said, very slowly and solemnly, putting her mouth close to Alice's ear, "her White Majesty knows a lovely riddle
all in poetry all about fishes. Shall she repeat it?""Her Red Majesty's very kind to mention it," the White Queen murmured into Alice's other ear, in a voice like the cooing of a pigeon. "It would be such a treat! May I?"
"Please do," Alice said very politely.