LOBSTER QUADRILLE
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WITH LUCY SIMON
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WRITER LEWIS CAROLL
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Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail,
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“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my
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tail.
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See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
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They are waiting on the shingle?will you come and join the
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dance?
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Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you join the
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dance?
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Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you join the
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dance?
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“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
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When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out
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to sea!"
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But the snail replied, “Too far, too far!” and gave a look
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askance?
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Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join
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the dance.
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Would not, could not, would not, could not join
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the dance.
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Would not, could not, would not, could not join
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the dance.
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“What matters it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied.
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“There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
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The further off from England the nearer is to France?
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Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the
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dance.
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Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you join the
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dance?
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Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you join the
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dance?”
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LOBSTER QUADRILLE
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| Carly Simon |
