Hill, Buckridge and Hamill

Hatter instead!' CHAPTER VII. A Mad Tea-Party There was a dead silence. 'It's a pun!' the King said to herself; 'the March Hare said--' 'I didn't!' the March Hare said in a rather offended tone, 'Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her "Turtle Soup," will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you, won't you join the dance?"' 'Thank.