Thread:Peachy4872/@comment-39062437-20190819190438/@comment-39062437-20190827001758

Mother Otster: Little oysters, little oysters...

Tweedle Lola: But answer there came none.

Tweedle Lana: And... this was scarcely odd, because...

Twins: They had eaten, every one!

Luna: Oh, that was a very sad story.

Tweedle Lola: And there’s a moral to it.

Luna: Ooh, a very good moral, if you happen to be an oyster. Well, it’s been a very nice visit, gentlemen, but I...

Tweedle Lola: Another recitation...

Luna: I’m sorry, but I...

Tweedle Lana: We will now recite, ‘Father William’.

Luna: But really, I’m...

Tweedle Lola: First verse:

Twins: You are old, Father William, the young man said and your hair has become very white. And yet you incessantly stand on your head, do you think at your age it is right, is right, do you think at your age it is right?

(While the twins continued their poem, Luna sees the White Rabbit hopping. So she decided to leave the twins and continue following the rabbit.)