Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Page #3

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- A match? Thank you.|- Match?

Without a single doubt|we'll smoke the monster out

We'll smoke the monster out|No! No!

My poor house|and furniture.

Oh, dear.|This is serious.

I simply must-- Ah!|A garden.

Perhaps if I ate something,|it would make me grow smaller.

Let go! Help!

- I'm sorry, but I must eat something.|- Not me! You, you, you, you--

You barbarian!|Help!

Monster!

Help!

Ah! I'm late! Oh, dear.|I'm here. I should be there.

- I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.|- I say, do you have a match?

Oh, no. Must go. Goodbye.|Hello. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.

- Wait! Please wait!|- Ah, young lady.

- Do you have a match?|- No, I-I'm sorry, but--

- Mr Rabbit!|- No cooperation. No cooperation at all.

Well, can't have|monsters about.

Jolly well have to|carry on alone.

Wait! Please!|Just a minute!

Oh, dear. I'll never catch him|while I'm this small.

Why, what curious|butterflies.

You mean|bread-and-butterflies.

Oh, yes,|of course, uh-- Hmm?

Now who do you suppose--

A horsefly! I mean,|a-a rocking horsefly.

- Naturally.|- I beg your pardon,

but, uh, did you--

Oh, that's nonsense.|Flowers can't talk.

But of course|we can talk, my dear.

If there's anyone|worth talking to.

Or about.

- And we sing too.|- You do?

Oh, yes. Would you like to hear|"Tell lt to the Tulips"?

- No, let's sing about us.|- We know one about|the shy little violets.

- Oh, no, not that old thing.|- Let's do "Lovely Lily of the Valley."

- How 'bout a daisy duet?|- Oh, she wouldn't like that.|- Oh, watch the rose.

Girls! We shall sing|"Golden Afternoon."

That's about all of us.

Sound your "A," Lily.

La

Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi|mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi

La, la, la, la|la, la, la, la, la

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Dum du dum-dum

Little bread-and-butterflies|kiss the tulips

And the sun is like|a toy balloon

There are|Get-up-in-the-morning glories

In the golden afternoon

There are dizzy daffodils|on the hillside

Strings of violets|are all in tune

Tiger lilies|love the dandelions

In the golden afternoon

The gold afternoon

There are|dog- and cat-erpillars

And a copper centipede

Where the lazy daisies

Love the very

Peaceful life

They lead

You can learn a lot|of things from the flowers

For especially|in the month of June

Ah, ah, ah, ah|There's a wealth

Of happiness|and romance

All in the golden

Afternoon

All in the golden afternoon

The golden afternoon

You can learn a lot|of things from the flowers

For especially|in the month of June

There's a wealth|of happiness

And romance

All--

The golden afternoon

Ah

- Oh, that was lovely!|- Thank you, my dear.

What kind of garden|do you come from?

Oh, I don't come|from any garden.

Do you suppose|she's a wild flower?

Oh, no.|I'm not a wild flower.

Just what specie-- or shall we|say genus-- are you, my dear?

Well, I suppose|you'd call me...

a Genus Humanus Alice.

Ever see an Alice with|a blossom like that?

Come to think of it,|did you ever see an Alice?

Yes. And did you|notice her petals?

What a peculiar colour.

And no fragrance.

Just look at those stems.

Rather scrawny, I'd say.

I think she's pretty.

- Quiet, bud.|- But I'm not a flower.

Aha! Just as I suspected.

She's nothing but a common|Mobile Vulgaris.

Oh, no!

- A common what?|- To put it bluntly:

- A weed.|- I'm not a weed.

- Well, you wouldn't|expect her to admit it.|- Can you imagine?

-Well, goodness!|-Don't let her stay here and go to seed.

- Go on now. Don't you take root--|- Please, girls!

We don't want weeds|in our bed.

Move along, move along.

All right, if that's|the way you feel about it.

If I were my right size, I could pick|every one of you if I wanted to.

And I guess|that would teach you.

You can learn a lot|of things from the flowers.

Hm! Seems to me they could learn|a few things about manners.

A:

E-I-O-U

A-E-I-O-U

A-E-I-O-U

Who

U-E-I-O-A

U-E-I-A

A-E-I-O-U

Who are you?

Well, I-I-I|hardly know, sir.

I've changed so many times|since this morning, you see--

I do not see.

Explain yourself.

I'm afraid I can't|explain myself, sir,

because I'm not myself,|you know.

I do not know.

Well, I can't put it any more clearly,|for it isn't clear to me.

You? Who are you?

Well, don't you think|you ought to tell me...

who you are first?

Why?

Oh, dear, everything|is so confusing.

- It is not.|- Well, it is to me.

- Why?|- Well, I can't remember|things as I used to, and--

- Recite.|- Hmm?

Oh. Oh, oh, yes, sir. Um--

How doth the little|busy bee improve each shin--

Stop.

That is not spoken|correct-ically.

It goes:

How--

How doth|the little crocodile...

improve his shining tail...

and pour the waters|of the Nile...

on every golden scale?

How cheer--

How cheer--

How cheerfully|he seems to grin.

How neatly|spreads his claws...

and welcomes|little fishes in...

with gently smiling jaws.

Well, I must say I've never|heard it that way before.

I know.|I have improved it.

Well-- If you ask me--

You? Heh!

Who are you?

Oh!

Uh, you there. Girl!

Wait! Come back!

I have something|important to say.

Oh, dear.

I wonder what|he wants now.

Well?

Keep your temper.

- Is that all?|- No.

Exact-ically what|is your problem?

Well, it's exact-ically--|exact-ical--

Well, it's precisely this:

I should like to be|a little larger, sir.

- Why?|- Well, after all,

three inches is such|a wretched height--

I am exact-ically|three inches high!

And it is a very good|height indeed!

But I'm not used to it,|and you needn't...

shout!

- Oh, dear.|- By the way, I have|a few more helpful hints.

One side will make you|grow taller.

- One side of what?|- And the other side will|make you grow shorter.

- The other side of what?|- The mushroom, of course!

Hmm.

One side will|make me grow--

But which is which?

Hmm. After all|that's happened, I--

I wonder if I--|I don't care.

I'm tired of being|only three inches high.

Yi, yi, yi, yi, yi,|yi, yi, yi, yi, yi!

A serpent! Help!

Help! Serpent! Serpent!

Oh, but please, please!

Off with you! Shoo! Shoo!|Go away! Serpent! Serpent!

- But I'm not a serpent.|- Ser-- Indeed?

- Then just what are you?|- I'm just a little girl.

Little? Ha! Little?

Well, I am.|I mean, I-I was.

And I suppose you|don't eat eggs either.

- Yes, I do, but, but, but--|- Ah! I knew it! I knew it.

Serpent. Serpent!

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Hmm! And the|other side will--

The very idea.

Spend all my time laying eggs|for serpents like her.

Goodness. I wonder if I'll|ever get the knack of it.

There. That's much better.

Hmm. Better save these.

Now let's see.|Where was I?

Hmm. I-- I wonder|which way I ought to go.

'Twas brillig

And the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble|in the wabe

All mimsy|were the borogoves

And the mome raths|outgrabe

Now where in the world|do you suppose that--

- Lose something?|- Oh!

Oh, uh-- I--|I was-- N-No.

I-I-I mean, I-I was|just wondering--

Oh, that's quite all right.|Uh, one moment, please.

Ooh.

Second chorus.

'Twas brillig

And the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble|in the wabe

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