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.