(sorry Lewis)
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the harleywock, my son!
The exhaust that bite, the payments that catch!
Beware the radar bird, and shun
The frumious vibratingsnatch!"
He took his throttle gas in hand:
Long time the davidson foe he sought --
So rested he by the triple tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The harleywock, with eyes of flame,
Came winding on the tulgey pave,
And rumbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The throttle gas went in the red!
He left it dead, and with its header
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the harleywock?
Come to my arms, my XSish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the harleywock, my son!
The exhaust that bite, the payments that catch!
Beware the radar bird, and shun
The frumious vibratingsnatch!"
He took his throttle gas in hand:
Long time the davidson foe he sought --
So rested he by the triple tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The harleywock, with eyes of flame,
Came winding on the tulgey pave,
And rumbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The throttle gas went in the red!
He left it dead, and with its header
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the harleywock?
Come to my arms, my XSish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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