There was one who was famed for the number of things
   He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
   And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
He had forty-two  boxes, all carefully packed,
   With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
   They were all left behind on the beach.
The crew was complete: it included a Boots—    A maker of Bonnets and Hoods— A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes—    And a Broker, to value their goods.
A Billiard-marker, whose skill was immense,    Might perhaps have won more than his share— But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,    Had the whole of their cash in his care.
There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,    Or would sit making lace in the bow: And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,    Though none of the sailors knew how.
"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
   As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
   By a finger entwined in his hair.
"Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
   That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
   What I tell you three times is true."
There was a young man of Madras,
Whose balls were constructed of brass,
When jangled together,
They played “Stormy Weather”,
And lightning shot out of his ass.
A Python, I should not advise,
For it needs a doctor for its eyes,
And has the Measles yearly.
However, if you feel inclined
To get one (to improve your mind,
And not from fashion merely),
Allow no music near its cage;
And when it flies into a rage
Chastise it, most severely.
I had an Aunt in Yucatan
Who bought a Python from a man
And kept it for a pet.
She died, because she never knew
These simple little rules and few; —
The snake is living yet.
