Classic Poem

I once went out for a walk, walk, walk,
For a walk beside the sea;
And all I carried to eat, eat, eat
Was a jar of ginger-snaps so sweet,
And a jug of ginger tea.

For I am fond of cinnamon pie,
And peppermint puddings too,
And I dearly love to make, make, make,
A mighty mass of mustard cake,
And nutmeg beer to brew.

And all I carried to drink, drink, drink,
That long and weary way,
Was a dozen little glasses
Of boiled molasses
On a Cochin China tray.

For I am fond of the sugar of the grape,
And the sugar of the maple tree,
But I always eat
the sugar of the beet
When I'm in company.

And all I carried to read, read, read,
For a half an hour or so,
Was the works of Dumas, Pere et fils,
And Milman's Rome, and Grote on Greece,
And the poems of Longfellow.

For I am fond of Hunting the Snark,
And the Romaunt of the Rose,
And I never go to bed
Without Webster at my head,
And Worcester at my toes.