And more, and more, and more
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
The time has come, the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.
But wait a bit, the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!
No hurry! said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
A loaf of bread, the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed
Now if you re ready Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.
But not on us! the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue,
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!
The night is fine, the Walrus said
Do you admire the view?
It was so kind of you to come!
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