Good evening and welcome to bedtime with Babish.

Tonight I'll be sharing some short poems by Lewis Carroll, beginning with The Walrus and the Carpenter from

through the looking-glass. 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 root 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 moths 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.

Oh oysters come and walk with us the wall rested 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.

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.

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