'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare,
'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair'.
As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.
I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,
How the Owl and the Oyster were sharing a pie;
While the Duck and the Dodo, the Lizard and Cat,
Were swimming in milk round the brim of a hat.