It's made entirely of wood, and gets about by swinging itself from branch to branch." "What does it live on ?" Alice asked, with great curiosity.
"Sap and sawdust," said the Gnat.

"Go on with the list." Alice looked up at the Rocking-horse-fly with great interest, and made up her mind that it must have been just repainted, it looked so bright and sticky; and then she went on.
"And there's the Dragon-fly." "Look on the branch above your head," said the Gnat, "and there you'll find a snap-dragon-fly.

Its body is made of plum-pudding, its wings of holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy." "And what does it live on ?" "Frumenty and mince pie," the Gnat replied; "and it makes its nest in a Christmas box." "And then there's the Butterfly," Alice went on, after she had taken a good look at the insect with its head on fire, and had thought to herself, "I wonder if that's the reason insects are so fond of flying into candles--because they want to turn into Snap-dragon-flies!" "Crawling at your feet," said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), "you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly.

Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar." "And what does IT live on ?" "Weak tea with cream in it." A new difficulty came into Alice's head.

"Supposing it couldn't find any ?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, of course." "But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two, pondering.