By a finger entwined in his hair.

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

His form in ungainly, his intellect small..”

And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.”

He had wholly forgotten his name.

His intimate friends called him “Candle-ends,”

As he landed his crew with care;

With his name painted clearly on each:

The moment one looked in his face!

Might perhaps have won more than his share..

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because

Had the whole of their cash in his care.

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

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

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

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

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