No. 11: Song
‘Tis the Voice of the Lobster
‘Tis the voice of the lobster I hear him declare, “You have baked me too brown; I must sugar my hair!” As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose, Trims his belt and his buttons and turns out his toes. When the sands are all dry, he’s gay as a lark And talks in contemptuous tones of the shark. But when the tide rises And sharks are around His voice has a timid, timid, timid, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.
‘Tis the voice of the lobster I hear him declare, “You have baked me too brown; I must sugar my hair!” As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose, Trims his belt and his buttons and turns out his toes. When the sands are all dry, he’s gay as a lark And talks in contemptuous tones of the shark. But when the tide rises And sharks are around His voice has a timid, timid, timid, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.