The time has come

"The time has come," the Walrus said,

"While we yet live, and they are dead,

To talk of all the things that we

Should like them not to hear or see,

The things we durst not write or speak

Lest they should listen in or peek,

But naught of that need now we fear,

For dead men neither see nor hear.

Our willingness to speak commences

Now that they have lost their senses,

But time is short, and if we wait

Till we are dead, 'twill be too late."

The Carpenter just scratched his chin.

"Begin you, Walrus."

"You begin."