Twas brillig, and the slithy Bill
Did gyre and gimble in the babes:
All mimsy his excuses shrill,
For fear Her wrath outgrabes.
“Beware the Hildebeest, my son!
The thighs that crush, the voice with scratch!
Beware the PantSoot bird, and shun
The frumious BlanderSnatch!”
His vorpal sprong in intern’s hand:
Long time the manxome glee he sought —
Then rested by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in raffish thought he stood,
The Hildebeest, with eyes of flame,
Came Methodizing through the wood,
Thighs rubbing as she came!
Slash one! Slash two! And she was through
His vorpal sprong went snicker-snack!
She left it dead, and with its head
She went galumphing back.
“Now, I have slain thy vorpal sprong
Come to my arms, my sprongless boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
She chortled in her joy.
Twas brillig, but no slithy Bills
Did gyre and gimble in the babes;
All flimsy were his testikills,
That BlanderSnatch wrath grabe.
Nicely done!