‘Excuse me for shouting! Don’t waggle your head
‘Like a blundering, sleepy old cow!
‘A little maid dwelling in Wallington Town,
‘Is my friend, so I beg to remark:
‘Do you think she’d be pleased if a book were sent down
‘Entitled ‘The Hunt of the Snark?”
‘Pack it up in brown paper!’ the old man cried,
‘And seal it with olive-and-dove.
‘I command you to do it!’ he added with pride,
‘Nor forget, my good fellow to send her beside
‘Easter Greetings, and give her my love.’