'Twas brilligamoselpuerodesmusicachata, and the stealthy Grovesoves
Did gremington and gimble in the washawill-abee;
Every flimsy-mimsy were the boghoggers
And the moyansty grave chew.
And, as in uffishpoofish-manuver ho, he thought he smiled,
The Jibberjabbermurmercock, with eyes of foraged burrbark,
Came whomping through the truffle wood,
And snarled as it hoppeled!
Ni shi ga hwou dan
Poor old man
The food will be served roomcoldhappysad
With ni-nine-mo’ mumps’n measles
Gave death to tradingtendollorsworthoffreshfish
How do you
Who are you!
I wish to seek endurance for he
Could not die
Suppose the knife
Was splitting a dive
For dicing fruit
And splicing killer hogs?
He mocks those who mock themselves
Campton days so long alas
Pray do not ask me sir!