The Walrus And The Carpenter by Lewis Carroll

To join this community on Patreon, click here:⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/welcome2thepoetrypodcast⁠⁠The Walrus and the CarpenterBY LEWIS CARROLL (1832–1898)'The sun was shining on the sea,Shining with all his might:He did his very best to makeThe billows smooth and bright —And this was odd, because it wasThe middle of the night.The moon was shining sulkily,Because she thought the sunHad got no business to be thereAfter 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, becauseNo cloud was in the sky:No birds were flying overhead —There were no birds to fly.The Walrus and the CarpenterWere walking close at hand;They wept like anything to seeSuch quantities of sand:If this were only cleared away,'They said, it would be grand!'If seven maids with seven mopsSwept 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.O 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 chooseTo leave the oyster-bed.But four young Oysters hurried up,All eager for the 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 CarpenterWalked on a mile or so,And then they rested on a rockConveniently low:And all the little Oysters stoodAnd 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,' 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 besidesAre very good indeed —Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,We can begin to feed.'Read the rest of the poem here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43914/the-walrus-and-the-carpenter-56d222cbc80a9This episode was directed by Caitlyn Oenbrink