Mock Turtle's Modal Lament Lyrics

My school days were sad and so blue

No joy in the lessons I knew

The master was crabby and mean

A sorrowful sight to be seen

We learned about reeling and writhing

Ambition and then also sighing

No fun in the sums that we tried

Just tears that we never could hide

Oh, soup of the evening, so fair

Beautiful Soup, beyond compare

I wish for those old days once more

(I do) Back on that desolate shore

The turtle would draw and would stretch

His knowledge was hard to just fetch

With lessons that never made sense

A miserable, watery tense

Oh, soup of the evening, so fair

Beautiful Soup, beyond compare

I wish for those old days once more

(Oh why) Back on that desolate shore

Though lessons were harsh and they stung

A comfort in sadness was sung

A longing for what used to be

That sorrow is part of poor me

Oh, soup of the evening, so fair

Beautiful Soup, beyond compare

I wish for those old days once more

(Again) Back on that desolate shore