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,beacuse it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had 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 anyhting to see
Such quantities of sand:
'If only this were cleared away,'
They said,'It would be grand!'

'If seven maids with seven mops
Swept 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.

'O oysters,come and walk with us!'
The walrus did beseech.
'A pleasant walk,a pleasant talk,
Along the rbiny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.'

The eldest oyster looked at him,
But never a wrd said he:
The eldest oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head-
Meaning that he did not choose
To leave the oyster bed.

But four young oyseters hurried up,
All eager or a treat:
Their coats were brushed,their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat-
And this was odd,because,you know,
They hadnt any feet.

Four other oysters folowed them,
And yet anther four;
And thich and ast 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 wited 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 wheter pigs have wings'

'But wait a bit'the oysters said,
'Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
and all of us are fat!'
'No hurry!'said the carpenter,
They thanked him for that.

'A loaf of bread,'The walrus said,
'Is what we cheifly need:
Pepper and Vinegar besides
Are ver good indded-
Now,if youre ready,Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

'But not us!'the oysters cried,
Turning a litle blue
'After such kindness,that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
'The night is fine,'The walrus said,
'Do you admire the view?'

'It was so kind of you to come:
And you are so vey nice!'
The carpenter said nothing but,
"cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite as deaf-
Ive had to ask you twice!'

'It seems a shame,'the walrus said,
'To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The carpenter said noting but,
"the butter's spread too thick!"

'I weep for you,'the Walrus said,
'I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handercheif
Before his streaming eyes.

'O Oysters,'said the carpeneter,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer there was none-
And this was scarecly odd,because
They had eated every one.