“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter.

“You’ve had a pleasant run!

Shall we be trotting home again?”

But answer came there none —

And that was scarcely odd, because

They’d eaten every one.’

‘I like the Walrus best,’ said Alice: ‘because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters.’

‘He ate more than the Carpenter, though,’ said Tweedledee. ‘You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn’t count how many he took: contrariwise.’

‘That was mean!’