There comes a time, the walrus said,
in a different story.
And the words of the carpenter,
which lured away all the pretty oysters,
with descriptions of wonderful
things
to taste,
still
work.
And oysters merrily troop along,
singing as they go
all the way down some
long
dark
path
to their consumption.
So mark the words
the darkness calls,
tasty little morsel,
and don't go off to dinner,
unless you're sure
you're not the
starter.