The Hunting Of The Snark Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Inscribed to a dear ChildB
in memory of golden summer hoursC
and whispers of a summer seaD
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish taskE
Eager she wields her spade yet loves as wellF
Rest on a friendly knee intent to askE
The tale he loves to tellF
Rude spirits of the seething outer strifeG
Unmeet to read her pure and simple sprightB
Deem if you list such hours a waste of lifeG
Empty of all delightB
Chat on sweet Maid and rescue from annoyH
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiledB
Ah happy he who owns that tenderest joyH
The heart love of a childB
Away fond thoughts and vex my soul no moreI
Work claims my wakeful nights my busy daysJ
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shoreI
Yet haunt my dreaming gazeJ
If and the thing is wildly possible the charge ofL
writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this briefM
but instructive poem it would be based I feel convinced on the lineN
in pD
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimesO
In view of this painful possibility I will not as I might appealP
indignantly to my other writings as a proof that I am incapable ofL
such a deed I will not as I might point to the strong moral purposeK
of this poem itself to the arithmetical principles so cautiouslyD
inculcated in it or to its noble teachings in Natural History IQ
will take the more prosaic course of simply explaining how itB
The Bellman who was almost morbidly sensitive about appearancesR
used to have the bowsprit unshipped once or twice a week to beD
revarnished and it more than once happened when the time came forI
replacing it that no one on board could remember which end of theS
ship it belonged to They knew it was not of the slightest use toB
appeal to the Bellman about it he would only refer to his NavalT
Code and read out in pathetic tones Admiralty Instructions which noneA
of them had ever been able to understand so it generally endedB
in its being fastened on anyhow across the rudder The helmsmanU
used to stand by with tears in his eyes he knew it was all wrong butB
alas Rule of the Code No one shall speak to the Man at theS
Helm had been completed by the Bellman himself with the words andB
the Man at the Helm shall speak to no one So remonstrance wasV
impossible and no steering could be done till the next varnishingE
day During these bewildering intervals the ship usually sailedB
As this poem is to some extent connected with the lay of theS
Jabberwock let me take this opportunity of answering a question thatB
has often been asked me how to pronounce slithy toves The i inX
slithy is long as in writhe and toves is pronounced so as toB
rhyme with groves Again the first o in borogoves is pronouncedB
like the o in borrow I have heard people try to give it the soundB
of the o in worry Such is Human Perversity This also seems aS
fitting occasion to notice the other hard works in that poem Humpty Dumpty'sW
theory of two meanings packed into one word like a portmanteauB
seems to me the right explanation for allY
For instance take the two words fuming and furious Make upZ
your mind that you will say both words but leave it unsettled whichA2
you will say first Now open your mouth and speak If your thoughtsW
incline ever so little towards fuming you will say fuming furiousW
if they turn by even a hair's breadth towards furiousW
you will say furious fuming but if you have that rarest of gifts aS
perfectly balanced mind you will say frumiousW
Supposing that when Pistol uttered the well knownB2
Under which king Bezonian Speak or dieB
Justice Shallow had felt certain that it was either William orI
Richard but had not been able to settle which so that he could notB
possibly say either name before the other can it be doubted thatB
rather than die he would have gasped out RilchiamC2
Fit the First The LandingE
Fit the Second The Bellman's SpeechD2
Fit the Third The Baker's TaleE2
Fit the Fourth The HuntingE
Fit the Fifth The Beaver's LessonA
Fit the Sixth The Barrister's DreamC2
Fit the Seventh The Banker's FateB
Fit the Eighth The VanishingE
Fit the FirstB
Just the place for a Snark the Bellman criedB
As he landed his crew with careF2
Supporting each man on the top of the tideB
By a finger entwined in his hairF2
Just the place for a Snark I have said it twiceW
That alone should encourage the crewB
Just the place for a Snark I have said it thriceW
What I tell you three times is trueB
The crew was complete it included a BootsW
A maker of Bonnets and HoodsW
A Barrister brought to arrange their disputesW
And a Broker to value their goodsW
A Billiard marker whose skill was immenseW
Might perhaps have won more than his shareF2
But a Banker engaged at enormous expenseW
Had the whole of their cash in his careF2
There was also a Beaver that paced on the deckE
Or would sit making lace in the bowG2
And had often the Bellman said saved them from wreckE
Though none of the sailors knew howG2
There was one who was famed for the number of thingsW
He forgot when he entered the shipH2
His umbrella his watch all his jewels and ringsW
And the clothes he had bought for the tripH2
He had forty two boxes all carefully packedB
With his name painted clearly on eachD2
But since he omitted to mention the factB
They were all left behind on the beachD2
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered becauseW
He had seven coats on when he cameC2
With three pair of boots but the worst of it wasW
He had wholly forgotten his nameC2
He would answer to Hi or to any loud cryB
Such as Fry me or Fritter my wigE
To What you may call um or What was his nameC2
But especially Thing um a jigE
While for those who preferred a more forcible wordB
He had different names from theseW
His intimate friends called him Candle endsW
And his enemies Toasted cheeseW
His form in ungainly his intellect smallY
So the Bellman would often remarkE
But his courage is perfect And that after allY
Is the thing that one needs with a SnarkE
He would joke with hy nas returning their stareF2
With an impudent wag of the headB
And he once went a walk paw in paw with a bearF2
Just to keep up its spirits he saidB
He came as a Baker but owned when too lateB
And it drove the poor Bellman half madB
He could only bake Bridecake for which I may stateB
No materials were to be hadB
The last of the crew needs especial remarkE
Though he looked an incredible dunceW
He had just one idea but that one being SnarkE
The good Bellman engaged him at onceW
He came as a Butcher but gravely declaredB
When the ship had been sailing a weekE
He could only kill Beavers The Bellman looked scaredB
And was almost too frightened to speakE
But at length he explained in a tremulous toneB2
There was only one Beaver on boardB
And that was a tame one he had of his ownB2
Whose death would be deeply deploredB
The Beaver who happened to hear the remarkE
Protested with tears in its eyesW
That not even the rapture of hunting the SnarkE
Could atone for that dismal surpriseW
It strongly advised that the Butcher should beD
Conveyed in a separate shipH2
But the Bellman declared that would never agreeD
With the plans he had made for the tripH2
Navigation was always a difficult artB
Though with only one ship and one bellF
And he feared he must really decline for his partB
Undertaking another as wellF
The Beaver's best course was no doubt to procureI2
A second hand dagger proof coatB
So the Baker advised it and next to insureI2
Its life in some Office of noteB
This the Banker suggested and offered for hireJ2
On moderate terms or for saleE2
Two excellent Policies one Against FireJ2
And one Against Damage From HailE2
Yet still ever after that sorrowful dayB
Whenever the Butcher was byB
The Beaver kept looking the opposite wayB
And appeared unaccountably shyB
Fit the SecondB
The Bellman himself they all praised to the skiesW
Such a carriage such ease and such graceW
Such solemnity too One could see he was wiseW
The moment one looked in his faceW
He had bought a large map representing the seaD
Without the least vestige of landB
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to beD
A map they could all understandB
What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and EquatorsW
Tropics Zones and Meridian LinesW
So the Bellman would cry and the crew would replyB
They are merely conventional signsW
Other maps are such shapes with their islands and capesW
But we've got our brave Captain to thankE
So the crew would protest that he's bought us the bestB
A perfect and absolute blankE
This was charming no doubt but they shortly found outB
That the Captain they trusted so wellF
Had only one notion for crossing the oceanA
And that was to tingle his bellF
He was thoughtful and grave but the orders he gaveK2
Were enough to bewilder a crewB
When he cried Steer to starboard but keep her head larboardB
What on earth was the helmsman to doB
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimesW
A thing as the Bellman remarkedB
That frequently happens in tropical climesW
When a vessel is so to speak snarkedB
But the principal failing occurred in the sailingE
And the Bellman perplexed and distressedB
Said he had hoped at least when the wind blew due EastB
That the ship would not travel due WestB
But the danger was past they had landed at lastB
With their boxes portmanteaus and bagsW
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the viewB
Which consisted to chasms and cragsW
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were lowL2
And repeated in musical toneB2
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woeL2
But the crew would do nothing but groanB2
He served out some grog with a liberal handB
And bade them sit down on the beachD2
And they could not but own that their Captain looked grandB
As he stood and delivered his speechD2
Friends Romans and countrymen lend me your earsW
They were all of them fond of quotationsW
So they drank to his health and they gave him three cheersW
While he served out additional rationsW
We have sailed many months we have sailed many weeksW
Four weeks to the month you may markE
But never as yet 'tis your Captain who speaksW
Have we caught the least glimpse of a SnarkE
We have sailed many weeks we have sailed many daysW
Seven days to the week I allowG2
But a Snark on the which we might lovingly gazeW
We have never beheld till nowG2
Come listen my men while I tell you againM2
The five unmistakable marksW
By which you may know wheresoever you goE
The warranted genuine SnarksW
Let us take them in order The first is the tasteB
Which is meagre and hollow but crispN2
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waistB
With a flavour of Will o the wispN2
Its habit of getting up late you'll agreeD
That it carries too far when I sayW
That it frequently breakfasts at five o'clock teaD
And dines on the following dayW
The third is its slowness in taking a jestB
Should you happen to venture on oneA
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressedB
And it always looks grave at a punA
The fourth is its fondness for bathing machinesW
Which is constantly carries aboutB
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenesW
A sentiment open to doubtB
The fifth is ambition It next will be rightB
To describe each particular batchO2
Distinguishing those that have feathers and biteB
From those that have whiskers and scratchO2
For although common Snarks do no manner of harmC2
Yet I feel it my duty to sayW
Some are Boojums The Bellman broke off in alarmC2
For the Baker had fainted awayW
Fit the ThirdB
They roused him with muffins they roused him with iceW
They roused him with mustard and cressW
They roused him with jam and judicious adviceW
They set him conundrums to guessW
When at length he sat up and was able to speakE
His sad story he offered to tellF
And the Bellman cried Silence Not even a shriekE
And excitedly tingled his bellF
There was silence supreme Not a shriek not a screamC2
Scarcely even a howl or a groanB2
As the man they called Ho told his story of woeE
In an antediluvian toneB2
My father and mother were honest though poorP2
Skip all that cried the Bellman in hasteB
If it once becomes dark there's no chance of a SnarkE
We have hardly a minute to wasteB
I skip forty years said the Baker in tearsW
And proceed without further remarkE
To the day when you took me aboard of your shipH2
To help you in hunting the SnarkE
A dear uncle of mine after whom I was namedB
Remarked when I bade him farewellF
Oh skip your dear uncle the Bellman exclaimedB
As he angrily tingled his bellF
He remarked to me then said that mildest of menM2
'If your Snark be a Snark that is rightB
Fetch it home by all means you may serve it with greensW
And it's handy for striking a lightB
'You may seek it with thimbles and seek it with careF2
You may hunt it with forks and hopeQ2
You may threaten its life with a railway shareF2
You may charm it with smiles and soap '-
That's exactly the method the Bellman boldB
In a hasty parenthesis criedB
That's exactly the way I have always been toldB
That the capture of Snarks should be triedB
'But oh beamish nephew beware of the dayW
If your Snark be a Boojum For thenM2
You will softly and suddenly vanish awayW
And never be met with again '-
It is this it is this that oppresses my soulR2
When I think of my uncle's last wordsW
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowlR2
Brimming over with quivering curdsW
It is this it is this We have had that beforeI
The Bellman indignantly saidB
And the Baker replied Let me say it once moreI
It is this it is this that I dreadB
I engage with the Snark every night after darkE
In a dreamy delirious fightB
I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenesW
And I use it for striking a lightB
But if ever I meet with a Boojum that dayW
In a moment of this I am sureI2
I shall softly and suddenly vanish awayW
And the notion I cannot endureI2
Fit the fourthS2
The Bellman looked uffish and wrinkled his browG2
If only you'd spoken beforeI
It's excessively awkward to mention it nowG2
With the Snark so to speak at the doorI
We should all of us grieve as you well may believeT2
If you never were met with againM2
But surely my man when the voyage beganU
You might have suggested it thenM2
It's excessively awkward to mention it nowG2
As I think I've already remarkedB
And the man they called Hi replied with a sighB
I informed you the day we embarkedB
You may charge me with murder or want of senseW
We are all of us weak at timesW
But the slightest approach to a false pretenceW
Was never among my crimesW
I said it in Hebrew I said it in DutchU2
I said it in German and GreekE
But I wholly forgot and it vexes me muchU2
That English is what you speakE
'Tis a pitiful tale said the Bellman whose faceW
Had grown longer at every wordB
But now that you've stated the whole of your caseW
More debate would be simply absurdB
The rest of my speech he explained to his menM2
You shall hear when I've leisure to speak itB
But the Snark is at hand let me tell you againM2
'Tis your glorious duty to seek itB
To seek it with thimbles to seek it with careF2
To pursue it with forks and hopeQ2
To threaten its life with a railway shareF2
To charm it with smiles and soapQ2
For the Snark's a peculiar creature that won'tB
Be caught in a commonplace wayW
Do all that you know and try all that you don'tB
Not a chance must be wasted to dayW
For England expects I forbear to proceedB
'Tis a maxim tremendous but triteB
And you'd best be unpacking the things that you needB
To rig yourselves out for the fightB
Then the Banker endorsed a blank check which he crossedB
And changed his loose silver for notesW
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hairF2
And shook the dust out of his coatsW
The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spadeB
Each working the grindstone in turnV2
But the Beaver went on making lace and displayedB
No interest in the concernV2
Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its prideB
And vainly proceeded to citeB
A number of cases in which making lacesW
Had been proved an infringement of rightB
The maker of Bonnets ferociously plannedB
A novel arrangement of bowsW
While the Billiard marker with quivering handB
Was chalking the tip of his noseW
But the Butcher turned nervous and dressed himself fineN
With yellow kid gloves and a ruffW2
Said he felt it exactly like going to dineN
Which the Bellman declared was all stuffW2
Introduce me now there's a good fellow he saidB
If we happen to meet it togetherJ2
And the Bellman sagaciously nodding his headB
Said That must depend on the weatherJ2
The Beaver went simply galumphing aboutB
At seeing the Butcher so shyB
And even the Baker though stupid and stoutB
Made an effort to wink with one eyeB
Be a man said the Bellman in wrath as he heardB
The Butcher beginning to sobX2
Should we meet with a Jubjub that desperate birdB
We shall need all our strength for the jobX2
Fit the FifthY2
They sought it with thimbles they sought it with careF2
They pursued it with forks and hopeQ2
They threatened its life with a railway shareF2
They charmed it with smiles and soapQ2
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious planU
For making a separate sallyD
And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by manU
A dismal and desolate valleyD
But the very same plan to the Beaver occurredB
It had chosen the very same placeW
Yet neither betrayed by a sign or a wordB
The disgust that appeared in his faceW
Each thought he was thinking of nothing but SnarkE
And the glorious work of the dayW
And each tried to pretend that he did not remarkE
That the other was going that wayW
But the valley grew narrow and narrower stillZ2
And the evening got darker and colderJ2
Till merely from nervousness not from goodwillZ2
They marched along shoulder to shoulderJ2
Then a scream shrill and high rent the shuddering skyE
And they knew that some danger was nearA3
The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tailE2
And even the Butcher felt queerA3
He thought of his childhood left far far behindB
That blissful and innocent stateB
The sound so exactly recalled to his mindB
A pencil that squeaks on a slateB
'Tis the voice of the Jubjub he suddenly criedB
This man that they used to call DunceW
As the Bellman would tell you he added with prideB
I have uttered that sentiment onceW
'Tis the note of the Jubjub Keep count I entreatB
You will find I have told it you twiceW
Tis the song of the Jubjub The proof is completeB
If only I've stated it thriceW
The Beaver had counted with scrupulous careF2
Attending to every wordB
But it fairly lost heart and outgrabe in despairF2
When the third repetition occurredB
It felt that in spite of all possible painsW
It had somehow contrived to lose countB
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brainsW
By reckoning up the amountB
Two added to one if that could but be doneA
It said with one's fingers and thumbsW
Recollecting with tears how in earlier yearsW
It had taken no pains with its sumsW
The thing can be done said the Butcher I thinkE
The thing must be done I am sureI2
The thing shall be done Bring me paper and inkE
The best there is time to procureI2
The Beaver brought paper portfolio pensW
And ink in unfailing suppliesW
While strange creepy creatures came out of their densW
And watched them with wondering eyesW
So engrossed was the Butcher he heeded them notB
As he wrote with a pen in each handB
And explained all the while in a popular styleB3
Which the Beaver could well understandB
Taking Three as the subject to reason aboutB
A convenient number to stateB
We add Seven and Ten and then multiply outB
By One Thousand diminished by EightB
The result we proceed to divide as you seeW
By Nine Hundred and Ninety and TwoB
Then subtract Seventeen and the answer must beW
Exactly and perfectly trueB
The method employed I would gladly explainC3
While I have it so clear in my headB
If I had but the time and you had but the brainC3
But much yet remains to be saidB
In one moment I've seen what has hitherto beenX
Enveloped in absolute mysteryW
And without extra charge I will give you at largeD3
A Lesson in Natural HistoryW
In his genial way he proceeded to sayW
Forgetting all laws of proprietyW
And that giving instruction without introductionA
Would have caused quite a thrill in SocietyW
As to temper the Jubjub's a desperate birdB
Since it lives in perpetual passionA
Its taste in costume is entirely absurdB
It is ages ahead of the fashionA
But it knows any friend it has met once beforeI
It never will look at a brideB
And in charity meetings it stands at the doorI
And collects though it does not subscribeE3
Its flavour when cooked is more exquisite farF3
Than mutton or oysters or eggsW
Some think it keeps best in an ivory jarF3
And some in mahogany kegsW
You boil it in sawdust you salt it in glueB
You condense it with locusts and tapeG3
Still keeping one principal object in viewB
To preserve its symmetrical shapeG3
The Butcher would gladly have talked till next dayW
But he felt that the Lesson must endB
And he wept with delight in attempting to sayW
He considered the Beaver his friendB
While the Beaver confessed with affectionate looksW
More eloquent even than tearsW
It had learned in ten minutes far more than all booksW
Would have taught it in seventy yearsW
They returned hand in hand and the Bellman unmannedB
For a moment with noble emotionA
Said This amply repays all the wearisome daysW
We have spent on the billowy oceanA
Such friends as the Beaver and Butcher becameC2
Have seldom if ever been knownB2
In winter or summer 'twas always the sameC2
You could never meet either aloneB2
And when quarrels arose as one frequently findsW
Quarrels will spite of every endeavourJ2
The song of the Jubjub recurred to their mindsW
And cemented their friendship for everJ2
Fit the SixthH3
They sought it with thimbles they sought it with careF2
They pursued it with forks and hopeQ2
They threatened its life with a railway shareF2
They charmed it with smiles and soapQ2
But the Barrister weary of proving in vainC3
That the Beaver's lace making was wrongE
Fell asleep and in dreams saw the creature quite plainC3
That his fancy had dwelt on so longE
He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy CourtB
Where the Snark with a glass in its eyeE
Dressed in gown bands and wig was defending a pigE
On the charge of deserting its styE
The Witnesses proved without error or flawI3
That the sty was deserted when foundB
And the Judge kept explaining the state of the lawI3
In a soft under current of soundB
The indictment had never been clearly expressedB
And it seemed that the Snark had begunA
And had spoken three hours before any one guessedB
What the pig was supposed to have doneA
The Jury had each formed a different viewB
Long before the indictment was readB
And they all spoke at once so that none of them knewB
One word that the others had saidB
You must know said the Judge but the Snark exclaimed FudgeJ3
That statute is obsolete quiteB
Let me tell you my friends the whole question dependsW
On an ancient manorial rightB
In the matter of Treason the pig would appearA3
To have aided but scarcely abettedB
While the charge of Insolvency fails it is clearA3
If you grant the plea 'never indebted '-
The fact of Desertion I will not disputeB
But its guilt as I trust is removedB
So far as relates to the costs of this suitB
By the Alibi which has been provedB
My poor client's fate now depends on your votesW
Here the speaker sat down in his placeW
And directed the Judge to refer to his notesW
And briefly to sum up the caseW
But the Judge said he never had summed up beforeI
So the Snark undertook it insteadB
And summed it so well that it came to far moreI
Than the Witnesses ever had saidB
When the verdict was called for the Jury declinedB
As the word was so puzzling to spellF
But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn't mindB
Undertaking that duty as wellF
So the Snark found the verdict although as it ownedB
It was spent with the toils of the dayW
When it said the word GUILTY the Jury all groanedB
And some of them fainted awayW
Then the Snark pronounced sentence the Judge being quiteB
Too nervous to utter a wordB
When it rose to its feet there was silence like nightB
And the fall of a pin might be heardB
Transportation for life was the sentence it gaveK2
And then to be fined forty poundB
The Jury all cheered though the Judge said he fearedB
That the phrase was not legally soundB
But their wild exultation was suddenly checkedB
When the jailer informed them with tearsW
Such a sentence would have not the slightest effectB
As the pig had been dead for some yearsW
The Judge left the Court looking deeply disgustedB
But the Snark though a little aghastB
As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrustedB
Went bellowing on to the lastB
Thus the Barrister dreamed while the bellowing seemedB
To grow every moment more clearA3
Till he woke to the knell of a furious bellF
Which the Bellman rang close at his earK3
Fit the SeventhL3
They sought it with thimbles they sought it with careF2
They pursued it with forks and hopeQ2
They threatened its life with a railway shareF2
They charmed it with smiles and soapQ2
And the Banker inspired with a courage so newB
It was matter for general remarkE
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their viewB
In his zeal to discover the SnarkE
But while he was seeking with thimbles and careF2
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nighE
And grabbed at the Banker who shrieked in despairF2
For he knew it was useless to flyE
He offered large discount he offered a chequeE
Drawn to bearer for seven pounds tenM2
But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neckE
And grabbed at the Banker againM2
Without rest or pause while those frumious jawsW
Went savagely snapping aroundB
He skipped and he hopped and he floundered and floppedB
Till fainting he fell to the groundB
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appearedB
Led on by that fear stricken yellF
And the Bellman remarked It is just as I fearedB
And solemnly tolled on his bellF
He was black in the face and they scarcely could traceW
The least likeness to what he had beenX
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned whiteB
A wonderful thing to be seenM3
To the horror of all who were present that dayB
He uprose in full evening dressW
And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to sayB
What his tongue could no longer expressW
Down he sank in a chair ran his hands through his hairF2
And chanted in mimsiest tonesW
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanityB
While he rattled a couple of bonesW
Leave him here to his fate it is getting so lateB
The Bellman exclaimed in a frightB
We have lost half the day Any further delayB
And we sha'nt catch a Snark before nightB
Fit the EighthN3
They sought it with thimbles they sought it with careF2
They pursued it with forks and hopeQ2
They threatened its life with a railway shareF2
They charmed it with smiles and soapQ2
They shuddered to think that the chase might failE2
And the Beaver excited at lastB
Went bounding along on the tip of its tailE2
For the daylight was nearly pastB
There is Thingumbob shouting the Bellman saidB
He is shouting like mad only harkE
He is waving his hands he is wagging his headB
He has certainly found a SnarkE
They gazed in delight while the Butcher exclaimedB
He was always a desperate wagE
They beheld him their Baker their hero unnamedB
On the top of a neighbouring cragE
Erect and sublime for one moment of timeC2
In the next that wild figure they sawI3
As if stung by a spasm plunge into a chasmC2
While they waited and listened in aweO3
It's a Snark was the sound that first came to their earsW
And seemed almost too good to be trueB
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheersW
Then the ominous words It's a BooB
Then silence Some fancied they heard in the airF2
A weary and wandering sighE
Then sounded like jum but the others declareF2
It was only a breeze that went byE
They hunted till darkness came on but they foundB
Not a button or feather or markE
By which they could tell that they stood on the groundB
Where the Baker had met with the SnarkE
In the midst of the word he was trying to sayB
In the midst of his laughter and gleeB
He had softly and suddenly vanished awayB
For the Snark was a Boojum you seeB

Lewis Carroll


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