“She’s tired, poor thing!” said the Red Queen. “Smooth her hair⁠—lend her your nightcap⁠—and sing her a soothing lullaby.”

“I haven’t got a nightcap with me,” said Alice, as she tried to obey the first direction: “and I don’t know any soothing lullabies.”

“I must do it myself, then,” said the Red Queen, and she began:

“Hush-a-by lady, in Alice’s lap!

Till the feast’s ready, we’ve time for a nap:

When the feast’s over, we’ll go to the ball⁠—

Red Queen, and White Queen, and Alice, and all!