by Tommy Kirchhoff
That's what you say then you just don't know. When the slithy tove and the enyig succomb to the durn of one another's gral. And durn the diec do, yes, and fall to the hun with such gral. They lap and lur and become strun to each other. Then should the tove or the enyig lurch to distell all at once, and bren apart before they fyoon, that's Jabberwock.
That's what you say when you just don't care. When a marty strump won't leave you alone. Bil call you and drive past your kune, making you hark and mavish with every try. Strumps are those that have fallen to gush. You try to be neel, and drop them small pifs. Then all at once, when you can take no more shreif, you call them up and yell, "Jabberwock!"
It's what you say when you whatchamacallit sniglet. A turick day or a bonning night can leave you dev. The zens just don't come to your lips too swell. You start to gok something, and then can't remember the zen.
"It's a... a, je ne se quai? Oh ya! Jabberwock! It's a Jabberwocky!"