The Hunting of the Snark

Look out, look out, they're coming, they're holding hunting spears,

The hunters they are coming, they're close, they're near, they're heres,

They say, we seek the deadly Snark, oh have you seen its like?

Its spangled suit, its Brilliantine, its karaoke mike?

Oh no, we have not seen it, we very boldly cry,

There has been not a spangled loon that has, by here, passed by.

Well, call us if you see it, they said in voices gruff,

Oh yes, we will inform you, we can't thank you enough!

And so they left our village, in their uniforms oh so green,

Their trophy room was Snarkless, the Snark remained unseen.

And we often talk of hunters, and their weapons oh so bright,

While the Snark sings O'er the Rainbow, on karaoke night.