Or something like that. Don't worry, it didn't make sense in context either.
And now, because cabari said:
When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your journal:
'Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare
'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.'
As a duck with his eyelids, so he with his nose
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,
And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark:
But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.