The Landing - Bajka
There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship
His umbrella his watch all his jewels and rings
And the clothes he had bought for the trip
He had forty-two boxes all carefully packed
With his name painted clearly on each
But since he omitted to mention the fact
They were all left behind on the beach
His form is ungainly his intellect small
The bellman would often remark
But his courage is perfect and that after all
Is the thing that one needs with a snark
His courage is perfect and that after all
Is the thing that one needs with a snark
Well the loss of his clothes hardly mattered because
He had seven coats on when he came
With three pairs of boots but the worst of it was
He had wholly forgotten his name
He would answer to hi or to any loud cry
Such as fry me or fritter my wig
To what-you-may-call-um or what-was-his-name
But especially thing-um-a-jig
His form is ungainly his intellect small
The bellman would often remark
But his courage is perfect and that after all
Is the thing that one needs with a snark
While for those who preferred a more forcible word
He had different names from these
His intimate friends called him candle-ends
And his enemies toasted-cheese
He came as a baker but owned when too late
And it drove the poor bellman half-mad
He could only bake bridecake for which
I may state
No materials were to be had
His form is ungainly his intellect small
The bellman would often remark
But his courage is perfect and that after all
Is the thing that one needs with a snark
His form is ungainly his intellect small
The bellman would often remark
But his courage is perfect and that after all
Is the thing that one needs with a snark
His form is ungainly his intellect small
The bellman would often remark
But his courage is perfect and that after all
Is the thing that one needs with a snark