"O Oysters, come and walk with us!” The Walrus did beseech. A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, along the briny beach...The young oysters hurried up, all eager for a treat: their coats were brushed, their faces washed, their shoes were clean and neat -- and this was odd, because, you know, they hadn't any feet.
O poor foolish little oysters! They were so excited to join this grand adventure, that they didn't pause to realize how plump and delicious they looked, and how tasty and satisfying they might be with a dash of vinegar or lemon and a generous bath of hot sauce!
Pop open their snug little shells, pop off their cute little footwear, and it was time for lunch! We love you, Oysters!