The walrus sings at midnight,
in a shiny moon-shot glade.
And though the notes are gentle,
they tell a romancing escapade.
A girl once love a lad here,
A love so young and true.
He sang to her of his heartbreak,
To warn both me and you.
And when the song climaxed,
a chorus rung in the air.
Spiders told me to tap-dance,
to lightly, slightly tap-dance,
right then and right there.
And away I danced in the moonlight,
listening all the way,
to the walrus singing at midnight,
in a shiny, moon-shot glade.

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