Dee
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
Dum
“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
“Is what we chiefly need.
Dee
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.”
Dum
“But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“The night is fine,” the Walrus said,
“Do you admire the view?”