(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: