`Not at first, perhaps,' said the Hatter: `but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked.'
`Is that the way YOU manage?' Alice asked.
The Hatter shook his head mournfully.
`Not I!' he replied. `We quarrelled last March-- just before HE went mad, you know--' (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,)`
-- it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
'Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!'
You know the song, perhaps?'
`I've heard something like it,' said Alice.
`It goes on, you know,' the Hatter continued, `in this way:--
'Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle--''