(Im Inneren des Festsaals) ‘Do you know, I’ve had such a quantity of poetry Repeated to me to-day,’ Alice began, [...] ‘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 [...], ‘Her White Majesty knows a lovely riddle - all in poetry - All about fishes. Shall she repeat it?’ [...] ‘Please do,’ Alice said very politely. The White Queen laughed with delight, And stroked Alice’s cheek. Then she began: