''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare <br />'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.' <br />As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose <br />Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes. <br />When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, <br />And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: <br />But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, <br />His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.' <br /> <br />'I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, <br />How the Owl and the Panter were sharing a pie: <br />The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat, <br />While the Old had the dish as its share of the treat. <br />When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon, <br />Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon: <br />While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl, <br />And concluded the banquet by [eating the owl.]<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voice-of-the-lobster-2/
