'Then I hope your finger is better now?' Alice said very
politely, as she crossed the little brook after the Queen.
'Oh, much better!' cried the Queen, her voice rising to a
squeak as she went on. 'Much be-etter! Be-etter! Be-e-e-etter!
Be-e-ehh!' The last word ended in a long bleat, so like a sheep
that Alice quite started.
....
Hey Jude
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you can begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better, better, oh