They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,
And the Beaver, excited at last,
Went bounding along on the tip of its tail,
For the daylight was nearly past.
There is Thingumbob shouting! the Bellman said,
He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has certainly found a Snark!
They hunted until darkness came,
And found not a feather or mark,
By which they could tell that stood their way
The Baker had met with the Snark.
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
He has softly vanished away
They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed
He was always a desperate wag!
They beheld him, their Baker, their hero unnamed
On the top of a neighboring crag.
Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
In the next, that wild figure they saw
As if stung by a spasm, plunged into a chasm,
While they waited and listened in awe.
It's a Snark! was the sound that first came to their ears,
And seemed almost too good to be true.
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers:
Then the ominous words It's a Boo
Then, silence fancied they heard in the air
A weary and wandering sigh
Then sounded like jum! but the others declare
It was only a breeze that went by.
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He softly and suddenly vanished away
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.
Softly & suddenly vanished away
The snark was a Boojum you see.