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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Bronwen, post: 431645, member: 5833&quot;]..</p><p>&quot;He remarked to me then,&quot; said that mildest of men,</p><p>&quot;&#039;If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:</p><p>Fetch it home by all means—you may serve it with greens,</p><p>And it&#039;s handy for striking a light.</p><p><br /></p><p>&quot;&#039;You may seek it with thimbles—and seek it with care;</p><p>You may hunt it with forks and hope;</p><p>You may threaten its life with a railway-share;</p><p>You may charm it with smiles and soap—&#039;&quot;</p><p>...</p><p>&quot;&#039;But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,</p><p>If your Snark be a Boojum! For then</p><p>You will softly and suddenly vanish away,&nbsp; And never be met with again!&#039;</p><p>...</p><p>&quot;It&#039;s a Snark!&quot; was the sound that first came to their ears,</p><p>And seemed almost too good to be true.</p><p>Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers:</p><p>Then the ominous words &quot;It&#039;s a Boo—&quot;</p><p><br /></p><p>Then, silence. Some fancied they heard in the air</p><p>A weary and wandering sigh</p><p>That sounded like &quot;-jum!&quot; but the others declare</p><p>It was only a breeze that went by.</p><p><br /></p><p>They hunted till darkness came on, but they found</p><p>Not a button, or feather, or mark,</p><p>By which they could tell that they stood on the ground</p><p>Where the Baker had met with the Snark.</p><p><br /></p><p>In the midst of the word he was trying to say,</p><p>In the midst of his laughter and glee,</p><p>He had softly and suddenly vanished away—&nbsp; For the Snark <i>was</i> a Boojum, you see.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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