Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes:
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
And shook the dust out of his coats:The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
A novel arrangement of bows:
While the Billiard-marker with quivering hand
Was chalking the tip of his nose.But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself fine,
With yellow kid gloves and a ruff--
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
Which the Bellman declared was all `stuff'.`Introduce me, now there's a good fellow,' he said,
`If we happen to meet it together!'
And the Bellman, sagaciously nodding his head,
Said `That must depend on the weather.'The Beaver went simply galumphing about,
At seeing the Butcher so shy:
And even the Baker, though stupid and stout,
Made an effort to wink with one eye.`Be a man!' said the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
The Butcher beginning to sob.
`Should we meet with a Jubjub, that desperate bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!'
THEY sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care:
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred:
It had chosen the very same place:
Yet neither betrayed, by a sign or a word,
The disgust that appeared in his face.Each thought he was thinking of nothing but `Snark'
And the glorious work of the day;
And each tried to pretend that he did not remark
That the other was going that way.But the valley grew narrower and narrower still,
And the evening got darker and colder,
Till (merely from nervousness, not from good will)
They marched along shoulder to shoulder.Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the shuddering sky
And they knew that some danger was near:
The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail,
And even the Butcher felt queer.He thought of his childhood, left far behind--
That blissful and innocent state--
The sound so exactly recalled to his mind
A pencil that squeaks on a slate!`'Tis the voice of the Jubjub!' he suddenly cried.
(This man, that they used to call `Dunce'.)
`As the Bellman would tell you,' he added with pride,
`I have uttered that sentiment once.`'Tis the note of the Jubjub! Keep count, I entreat.
You will find I have told it you twice.
'Tis the song of the Jubjub! The proof is complete.
If only I've stated it thrice.'
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