Two Halves Of An Oyster Shell, Each A Shallow Cup; Here Once Lived An Oyster Before They Ate Him Up. Oyster Shells Are Smooth Inside; Outside Very Rough; Very Little Room To Spare, But He Had Enough. Bedroom, Parlor, Kitchen, Or Cellar There Was None; Just One Room In All The House - Oysters Need But One. And He Was Never Troubled By Wind Or Rain Or Snow, For He Had A Roof Above, Another One Below. I Wonder If They Fried Him, Or Cooked Him In A Stew, And Sold Him At A Fair, And Passed Him Off For Two. I Wonder If The Oysters All Have Names Like Us, And Did He Have A Name Like "John" Or "Romulus"? I Wonder If His Parents Wept To See Him Go; I Wonder Who Can Tell; Perhaps The Mermaids Know. I Wonder If Our Sleep The Most Of Us Would Dread, If We Slept Like Oysters, A Million In A Bed!