And was almost too frightened to speak:

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

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

There was one who was famed for the number of things

And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.”

And appeared unaccountably shy.

Whenever the Butcher was by,

A maker of Bonnets and Hoods..

A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense,

Navigation was always a difficult art,

And one Against Damage From Hail.

And a Broker, to value their goods.

And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad—

There was only one Beaver on board;

The crew was complete: it included a Boots..

Though with only one ship and one bell:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire

Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!

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

And the clothes he had bought for the trip.

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

So the Baker advised it— and next, to

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

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

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

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

He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late—

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

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

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

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