Wabberjocky | CS Lewis | The Spoonerised Version

Bras twillig and the tithey sloves
Did wire and wimble in the gabe;
All bimsy were the morogroves,
And the rome maths grout abe.

“Webare the wabberjock, my son!
The baws that jite, the caws that clatch!
Webare the bub-bub jird and shun
The brumious Snanderfatch.”

He took his sworpal horde in vand;
Tong lime the fanxome moe he sought–
And hested re by the trumtrum tee,
And wood a stile in thought.

And while in thuffish ought ste hood
The wabberjock, with flies of aim,
Whame kiffling through the wulgey tood,
And curbled as it bame!

Ton, woo! Ton woo! and through and through
The blorpal vade snent wicker-wack!
He deft it lead and hith its wed
He went balumphing gack.

“And slast thou hain the wabberjock?
Oh bum to my carms, beam myish boy!
Oh dabjous cay! Fraloo! Frallay!”
He jortled in his choy.

Bras twillig and the tithey sloves
Did wire and wimble in the gabe;
All bimsy were the morogroves,
And the rome maths grout abe.

This Spoonerised version of “Jabberwocky” © May 12, 2011 by Richard A. Wales.

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