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The Walrus And The Carpenter

Music by Donovan P. Leitch, lyrics by Lewis Carroll


Presenta the Grand Circo!
La prima del mondo!
La grand successo!
Giulia Nove Vittorio!
Fantastico! Magnifico!
Spectaculario!

Here Alice ventured to interupt:
"It's very long", she said as politely as she could
"Would you tell me first which road?"
Tweedledum smiled gently and began again:

The sun was shining on the sea, shining with all his might
He did his very best to make the billows smoothe 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"

"If 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

All right, you ready? OK

A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three!
But the four young Oysters hurried up all eager for their treat
[...] But four young...
You got to use the chords.
You got, you go, you go: krain... one, two...
OK, krain... OK?
A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three!


But four young oysters hurried up all eager for their treat
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, their shoes were clean

[and neat

And this was odd because you know they hadn't any feet
Four other oysters followed them and yet another four
And thick and fast 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 waited 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 whether pigs have wings"

"But wait a bit"... sorry, I thought that you start. Yeah.
"But wait a bit" [...] Come on. Two, three!
"But wait a bit", the oysters cried, "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 much for that

"A loaf of bread", the Walrus said, "is what we chiefly need
Pepper and vinegar (gar) besides are very good indeed
If you're ready, oysters, dear, we can begin to feed"

"Not on us!", the oysters cried, turning a little 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 very nice"
The Carpenter said nothing but "cut us another slice
I wish you were not quite so deaf, I've 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 nothing 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 handkerchief before his streaming eyes

"Oh, oysters", said the Carpenter, "you've had a pleasant run
Shall we be trotting home again?" But answer came there none
And this was scarcely odd, because they'd eaten every one
They'd eaten every one

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