Rhyme? and reason? . THEN, SILENCE I 80 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. By which they could tell that they stood onthe groundWhere the Baker had met with the Snark. In the midst of the word he was trying to say,In the midst of his laughter and glee, He had softly and suddenly vanished away—For the Snark was a Boojum, you see. SIZE AND When on the sandy shore I sit,Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fitBecause I dare not shave- A little whisper at my ear Enquires the reason of my fear. I 82 SIZE AND TEARS. I answer If that ruffian Jones Should recognise me here,He d bellow out
Rhyme? and reason? . THEN, SILENCE I 80 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. By which they could tell that they stood onthe groundWhere the Baker had met with the Snark. In the midst of the word he was trying to say,In the midst of his laughter and glee, He had softly and suddenly vanished away—For the Snark was a Boojum, you see. SIZE AND When on the sandy shore I sit,Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fitBecause I dare not shave- A little whisper at my ear Enquires the reason of my fear. I 82 SIZE AND TEARS. I answer If that ruffian Jones Should recognise me here,He d bellow out my name in tones Offensive to the ear :He chaffs me so on being stout(A thing that always puts me out). Ah me! I see him on the cliff! Farewell, farewell to hope,If he should look this way, and if Hes got his telescope !To whatsoever place I flee,My odious rival follows me ! For every night, and everywhere, I meet him out at dinner;And when I ve found some charming fair, And vowed to die or win her,The wretch (he s thin and I am stout)Is sure to come and cut me out! The girls (just like them !) all agreeTo praise J. Jones, Esquire :
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