‘Twas brillig and the Jabberwock
Had much to do around the house
Replacing lightbulbs, sweeping dust
And setting mice traps for the mouse.
And when he’d done those basic chores
No more did he the Missus fear
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And drank a large and frothy beer.
And as in uffish thought he stood
He scraped his claw upon his tooth
And then remembered: “Frabjous drat!
I’ve got to fix the leaky roof!”
So, Jabberwock, with eyes of flame
Went whiffling up to fix the roof
But ladder’s rungs went snicker-snack!
He fell with one galumphing OOF.
“Ooch, ow! Ow, ush! I’ve bruised my tush!”
The Jabberwock began to moan
And with his tail between his legs
He went galumphing, sadly, home.
“And hast thou fixed the gutters yet?”
Mrs. Jabberwock was quick to ask
He shook his head, and showed instead
His bruised and battered Jabber-ass.
‘Twas brillig and the Jabber’s wife
All beamish, called the Bandersnatch
Described in full her husband’s fall
And chortled something awful.
