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The Hunting of the Snark (Alternative Ending)

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After Lewis Carroll

 

“It’s a Snark!” was the sound that first came to their ears,

  And seemed almost too good to be true.

The announcement was greeted with clapping and cheers

  From the weary, demoralised crew. 

 

“Are you sure?” cried the Bellman, “It’s awfully dark

  And they’re hard to distinguish by day.

Don’t forget that a Boojum looks just like a Snark

  But can make a man vanish away!”

 

“Never fear,” called the Baker, “I’m certain I’m right,

  For the smell’s quite distinctive, you see:

It’s a blend of Disraeli and flying a kite

  On a Tuesday in Bexhill-on-Sea.”

 

As the Baker expounded upon his belief

  He emerged with the prize he’d acquired,

And the company let out a sigh of relief,

  For the Snark was a Snark, it transpired.

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