(Time to improve on Lewis Carroll)

“The Walrus and the Carpenter

Licked their lips so sweet

And pondered their good fortune

At that rare crustacean treat;

Then idly stretched to doze awhile,

Their appetite replete.

Their eyelids closed quite slowly

So heavily and limp;

They drifted into slumberland

So thereby failed to glimpse

The tippy-toe escaping of

An oyster and a shrimp.

They’d hidden from their captors gaze

And predatory view

By hiding underneath the shells

Of oysters in death’s queue

Though many might consider this

A shellfish thing to do.

But thus they had the final laugh,”

Says the story-teller

“The Walrus and the Carpenter’s

Pallor soon turned yellow

You see these tiny escapees

Were known as Sam and Ella”.