\"Come, listen, people, while I tell you again The five unmistakable marks By which you may know, wherever you go, The warranted genuine Snarks.
\"Let 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'-the-wisp.
\"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, (Seven days to the week I allow), But a true Snark on who, we might lovingly gaze, We have never beheld till now!
\"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree That it carries too far, when I say That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea, And dines on the following day.
\"The 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.
\"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, (Seven days to the week I allow), But a true Snark on who, we might lovingly gaze, We have never beheld till now!
\"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines, Which it constantly carries about, And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes— A sentiment open to doubt.