‘“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail.

“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail. 🔊

See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!

They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance? 🔊

Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?

Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance? 🔊

“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be

When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!” 🔊

But the snail replied “Too far, too far!” and gave a look askance--

Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. 🔊

Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.

Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance. 🔊

‘“What matters it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied.

“There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. 🔊

The further off from England the nearer is to France--

Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. 🔊

Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?

Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?”’ 🔊