"Will you walk a little faster?"
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Said a whiting to a snail,
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"There's a porpoise close behind us,
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And he's treading on my tail.
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See how eagerly the lobsters
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And the turtles all advance!
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They are waiting on the shingle -
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Will you come and join the dance?
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Will you, won't you, will you,
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Won't you, will you join the dance?
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Will you, won't you, will you,
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Won't you, won't you join the dance?"
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"You can really have notion
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How delightful it will be
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When they take us up and throw us,
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With the lobsters, out to sea!"
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But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!"
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And gave a look askance -
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Said he thanked the whiting kindly,
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But he would not join the dance.
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Would not, could not, would not,
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Could not, would not join the dance.
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Would not, could not, would not,
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Could not, could not join the dance.
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"What matters it how far we go?"
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His scaly friend replied,
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"There is another shore, you know,
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Upon the other side.
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The further off from England
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The nearer is to France -
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Then turn not pale, beloved snail,
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But come and join the dance."
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"Will you, won't you, will you,
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Won't you, will you join the dance?
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Will you, won't you, will you,
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Won't you, won't you join the dance?"
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The Lobster Quadrille
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Franz Ferdinand |