But no word more he said;
The Artful Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his fevered head;
As who should say "'Tis not for you,
I'll leave the oyster-bed."
"Silence in the sick-room, or I'll turn you all out of it," snapped Dr. Lobster, making his claws click like infuriated castanets in the Walrus's ears.
As a duck in a thunderstorm, quite thunder-struck,
Each sixpenny bivalve looks "down on his luck."
Fancy six bob a dozen! You ought to be nice,
You dear little darlings, most dear—at the price!