"There is Thingumbob shouting!" the Bellman said,

⁠"He is shouting like mad, only hark!

He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,

⁠He has certainly found a Snark!"

They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed

⁠"He was always a desperate wag!"

They beheld him—their Baker—their hero unnamed—

⁠On the top of a neighboring crag.

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.

⁠In the next, that wild figure they saw