There the Great Sloth passed its useless life in eating, sleeping and listening to music.
Outside the moorish arch that led to this inner room Lucy stopped and began to sing.

She had a clear little voice and she sang 'Jockey to the Fair,' and 'Early one morning,' and then she stopped.
And a great sleepy slobbery voice came out from the room and said: 'Your songs are in very bad taste.

Do you know no sleepy songs ?' 'Your people sing you sleepy songs,' said Lucy.

'What a pity they can't sing to you all the time.' 'You have a sympathetic nature,' said the Great Sloth, and it came out and leaned on the pillar of its door and looked at her with sleepy interest.

It was enormous, as big as a young elephant, and it walked on its hind legs like a gorilla.