Ozy and Millie by Dana Simpson for March 28, 2024

I saw someone make this connection previously. And it made me think that sometimes, you wish you hadn’t called it.

The wagging tail is a dead give-away.

That ought to get him leaving.

I am not only The Walrus, I am also getting irritated by your stupid request.;-D

I am the egg man.

I guess SOMEBODY is a Beetle’s fan.

So are the Beatles in this world actual beetles?

I am he as you are he as you are me And we are all together

See how they run like pigs from a gun See how they fly I’m crying

Sitting on a corn flake Waiting for the van to come

Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday

Man you’ve been a naughty boy You let your face grow long

I am the egg man They are the egg men I am the walrus Goo goo g’joob

Mister City policeman sitting Pretty little policemen in a row

See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run

I’m crying, I’m crying

Yellow matter custard Dripping from a dead dog’s eye

Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess

Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down

I am the egg man They are the egg men I am the walrus Goo goo g’joob

Sitting in an English garden Waiting for the sun

If the sun don’t come you get a tan From standing in the English rainI am the egg man (now good sir) They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune’s blows)

I am the walrus Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob (good pity)

Expert, texpert choking smokers

Don’t you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah)

See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide I’m crying

Semolina Pilchard Climbing up the Eiffel tower

Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna

Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe

I am the egg man They are the egg men I am the walrus Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob

Joob, joob, jooba Joob, jooba

Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper (jooba, jooba) Everybody’s got one (umpa, umpa)

Slave Thou hast slain me Villain, take my purse

If I ever Bury my body The letters which though find’st about me

To Edmund Earl of Gloucester Seek him out upon the British Party

O untimely death I know thee well

A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire

What, is is he dead?

Sit you down, Father, rest y

Diplomacy at work! Number 9, number 9, number 9…..

This Walrus needs to get back where he belongs