Snowflake
’Twas brillig, and the frithy brock
Did quamb and cofer through the trees;
A frabjous time for Jabberwock
To wander o’er the leas.
“So curious!” Larked mother wock.
“I want to study man,” he maized,
Galumphing through the amphlipok,
“And comprehend their ways!”
He spied a boy in uffish thought,
Who leaned up ’gainst a Tumtum tree.
His vorpal blade shone bright as blot!
Wock clacked his claws with glee.
Warged Jabberwock, “Hello, my friend!
Your tale tell me!” His eyes aflame
He whiffled through the tulgey wood
and burbled out his name!
Snack snick snick snack! The vorpal blade
Did cut and cleave! The young wock fell,
Decapped and dispossessed, unmade
Beneath a leafy ghell.
There mother wock unearthed her son,
Carpled through and through. “Ragged thief!”
She cried aloud, “what hast thou done?!?”
And burbled home in grief.
’Twas brillig, and the frithy brock
Did quamb and cofer through the trees;
A frabjous time for Jabberwock
To wander o’er the leas.