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"Oh, it needn't come to that!" Alice hastily said, hoping to keep him from beginning.
"The piece I'm going to repeat," he went on, without noticing her remark, "was written entirely for your amusement."
Alice felt that in that case she really ought to listen to it; so she sat down, and said, "Thank you," rather sadly.
"In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight—
only I don't sing it," he added, as an explanation.
"I see you don't," said Alice.
If you can see whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes than most," Humpty Dumpty remarked, severely. Alice was silent.
"In spring, when woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean."
