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JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
`Twas brillig, and the slithy Rumsfeld
Did gyre and gimble with the Press:
All mimsy were the neocons,
For the war rats never rest.

"Beware of Jabbertalk, my son!
Verbs that bite, and nouns that catch!
Beware the passive voice, and shun
The frumious candorsnatch!"
Rums took his verbal sword in hand:
Long time the free press foe he sought --
So rested he by the Dumbdown tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as with ufffish thought he stood
The Jabbertalk, with words of shame,
Came whiffling through the towns and woods
And garbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The verbal blade went snicker-snack!
He left truth dead, and saving his head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain with Jabbertalk?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! No Calley today!
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy Rumsfeld
Did gyre and gimble with the Press:
All mimsy were the neocons,
For the war rats never rest.