Welcome to the world of whimsy

Where the borogroves are mimsy

With vorpal blades and Frabjous days

Where you can’t outgrabe those mome rath babes

This tulgey wood, that Tumtum tree

You can’t keep up if you can’t think uffishly

The Bandersnatch might leave you squeamish

But my snicker-snacking leaves me beamish

Claws might catch and jaws might bite

But that manxome foe ain’t burbling tonight

So when the Jubjub comes, be wary

My galumphing can get scary

When I say Callooh, give me a Callay

Cuz little Wocky’s going headless today