[Rob Stuart]

“It's a Snark!” was the sound that first came to their ears,
And seemed almost too good to be true.
The pronouncement was greeted with clapping and cheers
From the weary, demoralised crew.

“But can you be sure?” called the Bellman. “It’s dark,
And they’re hard to distinguish by day.
Remember a Boojum looks just like a Snark,
But can make a man vanish away.”

“I think,” said the Baker, “I’m probably right,
For it smells pretty Snarkish to me;
A blend of Disraeli and Turkish Delight
With a hint of the Sargasso Sea.”

And as he expounded upon his belief
He emerged with the prize he’d acquired,
And everyone let out a sigh of relief,
For the Snark was a Snark, it transpired.