Burping gently as the oysters, which once had tasted grand,
Were having their revenge. “Matey,” said the carpenter,
“I think I need a hand for you’re at home in water. I don’t want to soil the sand. “
What do you want?” the walrus humphed. “I’ve quite enough to do
To ease myself, without nursemaiding you.“
Then four young oysters scuttled up, giggling through their shells
At Carp and Wally writhing in twin digestive hells.
“Let’s make a video.” oysters shouted. “Yes, let’s do.
“Posting it on YouTube will make a righteous view.”