The Welcome to the Wants The Walrus and the Carpenter

by Lewis Carroll

The Sun was shining on the sea, shining with all his mind.

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 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. A 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.

Oh, oysters 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 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.

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