Shake Hands, Shake Hands My Little Girl, Said Mister Crab To Nell, "I'm Very Glad To Meet You Dear, I Hope You Are Quite Well. I Think It's Very Hot To-Day, I Feel It In My Shell." "I Can't Shake Hands With You," Said Nell, "It Isn't Thought Polite, Without An Introduction; Besides, No Doubt It's Spite, It Mayn'T Be True, But Still They Do, They Do Say That You - Bite."