To the snark
To dark it was
To spark
To misty
To behave
To easy
To set fire
To a Vatican conclave
To easy for others
To choke on scented smoke
To easy for the Snark who was not ashamed
To shout in eager chorus another fool have they named
To wit he laughed and strode away
To Snark…Snark…Snark…Snark…Snark
To be sure this is the noise a Snark makes when he walks away
To be honest if you meet one you will know provided he walks away
To be sure he may stay and try and eat you..........
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
To the snark
To dark it was
To spark
To misty
To behave
To easy
To set fire
To a Vatican conclave
To easy for others
To choke on scented smoke
To easy for the Snark who was not ashamed
To shout in eager chorus another fool have they named
To wit he laughed and strode away
To Snark…Snark…Snark…Snark…Snark
To be sure this is the noise a Snark makes when he walks away
To be honest if you meet one you will know provided he walks away
To be sure he may stay and try and eat you..........
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