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

He had wholly forgotten his name.

With his name painted clearly on each:

What i tell you three times is true.”

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

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

His form in ungainly, his intellect small..”

There was one who was famed for the number of things

And his enemies “Toasted-cheese.”

Whenever the Butcher was by,

A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense,

His intimate friends called him “Candle-ends,”

Navigation was always a difficult art,

As he landed his crew with care;

By a finger entwined in his hair.

And was almost too frightened to speak:

There was only one Beaver on board;

The moment one looked in his face!

The crew was complete: it included a Boots..

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.

He could only bake Bridecake—for which, I may state,

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

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

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

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

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

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