"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, won't you join the dance? <br />Will you, won' t you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance ?"<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lobster-quadrille/
