"Or else what is to become of our pleasant little picnics on the sea-shore?" said the Carpenter to the Walrus.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were hovering round the bed;
They wept like anything to see
Each Oyster hang his head;
"If they go on like this," they cried,
"They'll very soon be dead!"
"Drat 'em!" grumbled Nurse Crab. "They've been taking a drain too much, I feel sewer."
"You're another, Mrs. Gamp," murmured a Native, lifting his head limply from his brown-sand bolster, and dropping it back again with a disconsolate dab.
"If you make bad puns to 'em in their present low state I won't answer for the consequences," said Dr. Lobster, pulling Nurse Crab's shelly apron in professional remonstrance.