Quoted By:
The Solrock shone upon the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The Lunatone shone sulkily,
Because she thought Solrock
Had got no business to be there
After ‘bout eight o’ clock--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To light what should be dark!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The Soft Sand dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, for ‘twas
No Cloud Nine in the sky:
No Flying-types flew overhead--
‘Cuz no one uses Fly.
The Walrein and the Conkeldurr
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven Lass with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrein said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Conkeldurr,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Cloysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrein did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along Sunyshore Beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Cloyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Cloyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the Cloyster-bed.
But four young Cloysters hurried up,
As if they’d used Shell Smash:
Their coats were brushed, their pearls were washed,
Their shoes were bold and brash--
And this was odd, because, you know,
Without feet, shoes were trash.
Four other Cloysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And unto Sunyshore.
The Walrein and the Conkeldurr
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Cloysters stood
And waited in a row.