Sing your hymns of ev 'ry song
All you fishermen and you
To the fickle gods that guide you
Awake the brave adventurer
So that no signs or memories remain
You might vanish away like midnight snow
You sailors, sail your stormy seas
You gamblers, roll your balls
All you butterflies and you paraplumas,
follow what you're searching for.
One day the brave adventurer
So that no signs or memories remain
Angels vanish away like midnight snow
You just vanish away like midnight smoke
So that no signs or memories remain
You'll just vanish away like
In a dreamy, delirious fight
I serve it with greens in those
and I use it for striking a light.
But if ever I meet with a bhojum that day,
in a moment of this I am sure,
I shall softly and suddenly vanish away,
and the notion I cannot endure.
But now that you've stated
more debate would be simply absurd.
The rest of my speech be explained
But the snark is at hand,
It is your glorious duty to seek it.
To seek it with thimbles,
to pursue it with forks and hope.
To threaten its life with a railway share,
To charm it with smiles and soap.
For the snark's a peculiar creature
That won't be caught in a
and try all that you don't.
Not a chance must be wasted