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They roused him with muffins they roused him with ice
They roused him with mustard and cress
They roused him with jam and judicious advice
They set him conundrums to guess
When at length he sat up and was able to speak
His sad story he offered to tell
And the bellman cried silence not even a shriek
And excitedly tingled his bell
There was silence supreme not a shriek not a scream
Scarcely even a howl or a groan
As the man they called ho told his story of woe
In an antediluvian tone
You may seek it with thimbles and seek it with care
You may hunt it with forks and hope
You may threaten it's life with a railway share
You may charm it with smiles and soap
But oh beamish nephew beware of the day
If your snark be a boojum for then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away
And never be met with again
It is this it is this that oppresses my soul
When i think of my uncle's last words
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl
Brimming over with quivering curds
You may seek it with thimbles
And seek it with care
You may hunt it with forks and hope
You may threaten it's life with a railway share
You may charm it with smiles and soap
I engage with the snark every night after dark
In a dreamy delirious fight
I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes
And i use it for striking a light
But if ever i meet with a boojum that day
In a moment of this i am sure
I shall softly and suddenly vanish away
And the notion i cannot endure
You may seek it with thimbles
And seek it with care
You may hunt it with forks and hope
You may threaten it's life with a railway share
You may charm it with smiles and soap
You may seek it with thimbles
And seek it with care
You may charm it with smiles and soap
You may threaten it's life with a railway share
You may hunt it with forks and hope
