By B. Rule Stout
Boys, have you heard that sneaking Snark,
That prowls the mountains after dark,
With grisly, grim, and gruesome features,
And eats up dogs and other creatures?
Then suddenly he'll reappear
And when he screams and snorts and roars
You'd better keep inside the doors.
One night some boys heard a loud squall
And then they heard a yearling bawl,
Next day they searched the place all round
Hot on the scent of that old snark.
They trailed him through an ivy rough,
Straight up through Hangman's Haunted Bluff,
Then on past boulders, cliffs and caves
But not a trace of that brave hound.
He'd smoke and cuss and sass his dad.
A drunken bandit, steeped in sin,
One rending squall, then screams and groans-
I've heard the chill Whang-doo-dle growl,
"Great Caesar's ghost," I heard that Snark!
I'm scared to death! What can I do?
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