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The Walrus and the Carpenter from Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll illustrations by John Tenniel
`The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it
was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be
there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of
him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud,
because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying over
head--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to
see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only
cleared away,"
They said, "it WOULD be grand!"
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"If
seven maids with seven mops
Swept
it for half a year, Do
you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?" "I
doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear. |
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The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a
pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than
four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him.
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his
eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not
choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed,
their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and
neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came
at last,
And more, and more, and
more--
All hopping through the
frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore. |
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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. |
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"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." |
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"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? |
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"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing
but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so
deaf--
I've had to ask you
twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a
trick,
After we've brought them out
so far,
And made them trot so
quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing
but
"The butter's spread
too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said.
"I deeply
sympathize."
With sobs and tears he
sorted out
Those of the largest size.
Holding his pocket
handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter.
"You've had a pleasant
run!
Shall we be trotting home
again?"
But answer came there none--
And that was scarcely odd,
because
They'd eaten every one.'
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