'Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail, <br />'There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. <br />See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! <br />They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance? <br />Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? <br />Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance? <br /> <br />'You can really have no notion how delightful it will be <br />When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!' <br />But the snail replied 'Too far, too far!' and gave a look askance -- <br />Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. <br />Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. <br />Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance. <br /> <br />'What matters it how far we go?' his scaly friend replied. <br />'There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. <br />The further off from England the nearer is to France -- <br />Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. <br />Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? <br />Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you joint the dance?<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lobster-quadrille-2/
