T’was a dark and stormy night, and all through the train,
Not a sound could be heard, just the pitter-patter rain.
All luggage was stowed, no one feared the pickpocket,
Since our attendant was the man from Nantucket.
The Parlor Car was filled and passengers well fed,
While thoughts of green eggs and ham, danced in their heads,
And I in my coach seat, my computer on my lap,
Grading some term papers, before taking a nap.
When out in the distance, there arose such a shout,
Like in Mudville – where Mighty Casey had struck out.
I jumped from my seat and others listened to hear,
Half expecting a message from Mister Revere.
The streetlights from above cast down an orange glow,
Like a fire in the Yukon, dancing in the snow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the Walrus and the Carpenter, eight oysters and beer.
“The time has come” The walrus said, “to talk of many things".
“Of fox in socks — and Goldilocks — of mice and men — and kings".
“Old men in boats, out deep at sea, and eggs that sit on walls",
“Of pigs and wolves and jabberwocks, of holly decked in halls".
They spoke no more, their lunch was set, drank wine and broke the bread.
And did not stop their massive feast till both of them were fed.
Poor mollusks, sad oysters, unlucky pearls of the sea.
They liked you here, they liked you there, they liked you with their tea.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends, where the raths do outgrabe,
Where the caged bird sings and spiders swings on a web spun for their Babe.
But on this train droned on a dirge, a melancholy burden bore,
For a blackbird stood, above the door, quothed the raven “Nevermore”.
Not a sound could be heard, just the pitter-patter rain.
All luggage was stowed, no one feared the pickpocket,
Since our attendant was the man from Nantucket.
The Parlor Car was filled and passengers well fed,
While thoughts of green eggs and ham, danced in their heads,
And I in my coach seat, my computer on my lap,
Grading some term papers, before taking a nap.
When out in the distance, there arose such a shout,
Like in Mudville – where Mighty Casey had struck out.
I jumped from my seat and others listened to hear,
Half expecting a message from Mister Revere.
The streetlights from above cast down an orange glow,
Like a fire in the Yukon, dancing in the snow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the Walrus and the Carpenter, eight oysters and beer.
“The time has come” The walrus said, “to talk of many things".
“Of fox in socks — and Goldilocks — of mice and men — and kings".
“Old men in boats, out deep at sea, and eggs that sit on walls",
“Of pigs and wolves and jabberwocks, of holly decked in halls".
They spoke no more, their lunch was set, drank wine and broke the bread.
And did not stop their massive feast till both of them were fed.
Poor mollusks, sad oysters, unlucky pearls of the sea.
They liked you here, they liked you there, they liked you with their tea.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends, where the raths do outgrabe,
Where the caged bird sings and spiders swings on a web spun for their Babe.
But on this train droned on a dirge, a melancholy burden bore,
For a blackbird stood, above the door, quothed the raven “Nevermore”.
