'Twas the voice of the lobster
I heard him declare:
"You have baked me too brown
I must sugar my hair."
So a duck with his eyelids,
So he with his nose
Trimmed his belt and his buckles
And turned out his toes.
When the sands are all dry
He is as gay as a lark
And talks in contemptous tones of the shark.
But when the sand rises and sharks are around
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.

-- Lewis Carroll