鈥淐ome, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
鈥淟et us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavour of Will-o鈥�-the-wisp.
鈥淚ts habit of getting up late you鈥檒l agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o鈥檆lock tea,
And dines on the following day.
鈥淭he third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one,
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
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