In da "Walrus and Carpenter" poem, da huge tusked mammal boo-hoos his way through his feast of oysters, but said copiously-blubbering
performance is soon revealed to be totally immatearyal, since he is shown afterwards to not actually have been da least bit sorrowful or regretful for having shamelessly tricked said helpless bivalves into getting gluttonously consumed, and in fact, he'd actually eaten more than half of them himself, rather than sharing equally with his
indifferent and unrepentant human
woodworker buddy.