From: dobosz_m@wfooff.enet.dec.com (Mike Dobosz)
Subject: Re: Spanning The Globe
Organization: none whatsoever...
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1992 13:46:37 GMT



                   The Walrus and the Carpenter

                        The sun was shining on 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 moon was shining sulkily,
                            Because she thought the sun
                        Had got no business to be there
                            After the day was done--
                        `It's very rude of him,' she said,
                            `To come and spoil the fun!'

                        The sea was wet as wet could be,
                            The sands were dry as dry.
                        You could not see a cloud, because
                            No cloud was in the sky:
                        No birds were flying overhead--
                            There were no birds to fly.

                        The Walrus and the Carpenter
                            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 maids with seven mops
                            Swept it for half a year,
                        Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
                            `That they could get it clear?'
                        `I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
                            And shed a bitter tear.

                        `O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
                            The Walrus did beseech.
                        `A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
                            Along the briny beach:
                        We cannot do with more than four,
                            To give a hand to each.'

                        The eldest Oyster looked at him,
                            But never a word he said:
                        The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
                            And shook his heavy head--
                        Meaning to say he did not choose
                            To leave the oyster-bed.

                        But four young Oysters hurried up,
                            All eager for the 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.

                        Four other Oysters 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 scrambling to the shore.

                        The Walrus and the Carpenter
                            Walked on a mile or so,
                        And then they rested on a rock
                            Conveniently low:
                        And all the little Oysters stood
                            And waited in a row.

                        `The time has come,' the Walrus said,
                            `To talk of many things:
                        Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
                            Of cabbages--and kings--
                        And why the sea is boiling hot--
                            And whether pigs have wings.'

                        `But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
                            `Before we have our chat;
                        For some of us are out of breath,
                            And all of us are fat!'
                        `No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
                            They thanked him much for that.

                        `A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
                            `Is what we chiefly need:
                        Pepper and vinegar besides
                            Are very good indeed--
                        Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
                            We can begin to feed.'

                        `But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
                            Turning a little blue.
                        `After such kindness, that would be
                            A dismal thing to do!'
                        `The night is fine,' the Walrus said.
                            `Do you admire the view?

                        `It was so kind of you to come!
                            And you are very nice!'
                        The Carpenter said nothing but
                            `Cut us another slice.
                        I wish you were not quite so deaf--
                            I've had to ask you twice!'

                        `It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
                            `To play them such a trick.
                        After we've brought them out so far,
                            And made them trot so quick!
                        The Carpenter said nothing but
                            `The butter's spread too thick!'

                        `I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
                            `I deeply sympathize.'
                        With sobs and tears he sorted out
                            Those of the largest size,
                        Holding his pocket-handkerchief
                            Before his streaming eyes.

                        `O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
                            `You've had a pleasant run!
                        Shall we be trotting home again?'
                            But answer came there none--
                        And this was scarcely odd, because
                            They'd eaten every one.


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From: jld@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Jeff Deeney)
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 04:27:46 GMT
Subject: Re: Cagers' fault in 80% of cage-bike accidents
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA