And that was a tame one he had of his own,

He had just one idea—but, that one being “Snark,”

“But his courage is perfect! And that, after all,

His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,

Though with only one ship and one bell:

There was one who was famed for the number of things

And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.”

He had wholly forgotten his name.

And one Against Damage From Hail.

And was almost too frightened to speak:

There was only one Beaver on board;

The moment one looked in his face!

Had the whole of their cash in his care.

And the clothes he had bought for the trip.

Is the thing that one needs with a Snark.”

Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,

There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,

And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,

And he feared he must really decline, for his part,

To “What you may call um!” or “What was his name!”

His form in ungainly, his intellect small..”

And appeared unaccountably shy.

Whenever the Butcher was by,

That alone should encourage the crew.

A maker of Bonnets and Hoods..

A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense,

He had different names from these:

His intimate friends called him “Candle-ends,”

No materials were to be had.

Could atone for that dismal surprise!

Navigation was always a difficult art,

Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,

As he landed his crew with care;

By a finger entwined in his hair.

And a Broker, to value their goods.

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,

With his name painted clearly on each:

And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad—

Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,

The crew was complete: it included a Boots..

Might perhaps have won more than his share..

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because

He had seven coats on when he came,

When the ship had been sailing a week,

It strongly advised that the Butcher should be

But the Bellman declared that would never agree

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire

Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!

That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark

With the plans he had made for the trip:

The Beaver’s best course was, no doubt, to procure

So the Baker advised it— and next, to

He had bought a large map representing the sea,

And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,

With three pairs of boots; but the worst of it was,

And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?"

So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely conventional signs!
"Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!
But we've got our brave Captain to thank:

(So the crew would protest) "that he's bought us the best..
A perfect and absolute blank!"
This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out
That the Captain they trusted so well

Had only one notion for crossing the ocean,
And that was to tingle his bell.
He was thoughtful and grave..but the orders he gave
Were enough to bewilder a crew.

When he cried "Steer to starboard, but keep her head larboard!"
What on earth was the helmsman to do?
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
A thing, as the Bellman remarked,

That frequently happens in tropical climes,
When a vessel is, so to speak, "snarked."
But the principal failing occurred in the sailing,
And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed,

Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,
That the ship would not travel due West!
But the danger was past..they had landed at last,
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:

Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
Which consisted to chasms and crags.
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,
And repeated in musical tone

Lewis Carroll