| JABBERWOCKY | BOTANIWOCKY |
| Lewis Carroll (Charles Dodgson) | version: Peter H. Cole |
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Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble on the wabe, All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome-raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the Jub-Jub bird and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand Long time the manxome foe he sought Till rested by the tum-tum tree And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock with eyes of flame Came whiffling through the tulgey wood And burbled as it came. One-two! One-two! And through and through! The vorpal blade went snicker-snack. He left it dead and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock, Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Callooh! Callay! Oh, frabjous day!" He chortled in his joy. Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble on the wabe, All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome-raths outgrabe. |
'Twas Byblis and the sepal traps did gland and grumous in the whorl. All motile were the bladderworts and the monstrose unfurled. Beware the involute my son, The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the gibberelin, shun the fulgid ringent bract. He took his falcate sword in hand: Long time the midrib foe he sought. So rested he by the terete tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uncate thought he stood, The involute, with eyes of flame, Came noddling through the torose wood, And bullate as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vasculate went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went glabrescent back. And hast thou slain the Involute? Come to my arms, my basal boy! O furcate day! Cauline! Caudate! He chortled in his joy. 'Twas Byblis and the sepal traps did gland and grumous in the whorl. All motile were the bladderworts and the monstrose unfurled. |
Copyright Peter H. Cole 2001