Too Early For Any Soup

Or it's horribly late, I don't know. Since I'll spent some time going through other peoples' mail and sifting through the jetsam, here's (seemingly, but I don't hear any surface krakle at all) a slab of classical nonsense poetry by Lewis Carroll & Edward Lear. Little birds are playing bagpipes on the shore where the tourists snore and all that. Courtesy of inimitable 'ýlowek scavel-cronek.