"The sun was shining on the sea,
                       Shining with all it's 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 being 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 overhead-
                       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!'

                  '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.

                  'O Oyster, come and walk with us!'
                       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 his 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 haden'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,
                       All 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
                       All waiting 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 the feed.'

                  'But no on us!' the Oysters cried,
                       Turning a little blue.
                  'After such kindness, that would be
                       A dismal thing to do!'
                  'The night if fine,' the Walrus said.
                       'Do you admire the view?'

                  '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 handkefchief
                       Before his streaming eyes.

                  'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
                       'You've had a pleasant run!
                  Shall we be trotting home again?'
                       But answer there came none-
                  And this was scarcely odd because
                       They'd eaten every one."   

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