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"Just the place for a Snark!" The seamstress cried,
Arranging her skirts with care;
Wearing machine-stitched clothing with pride,
Her finger aloft in the air.
"Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should bring one round.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
By god, I'll stand my ground.
"Come listen, my ladies; I'll tell you again
the five unmistakeable marks
by which you may know, wherever you go,
the warrented, genuine Snarks.
"Let us take them in order. The first is their taste,
An excess of which makes them quite rude;
Unless it's handwoven, hand-spun and hand-sewn,
You're better off totally nude.
"You may seek them with thimbles--but seek them with care!
You may lure them with velvet as well,
You may ask them for documentation for their
Inexpressibly period smell."
OK, I'll stop now...you know it's a slow Friday when...
Courtesy of Andrea di Pellegrini (Drea Leed)