Jabberwocky

A rendition by Brud Broder
From Lewis Carroll's book, Through the Looking-Glass

"Twuz brillig, and da damn slidy toves
Did gyre and gimble in de wade;
All mimsy wuz de bo'ogoves,
And da damn mome rads outgrabe.

"Beware da damn Jabberwock, mah' son! !
De jaws dat bite, de claws dat catch!
Beware da damn Jubjub bird, and shun
De frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vo'pal swo'd in hand:
Long time da damn manxome foe he sought --
So's rested he by de Tumtum tree.
And stood awhile in dought.

And as in uffish dought he stood,
De Jabberwock, wid eyes uh flame,
Came wifflin' drough de tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two!

And drough and drough
De vo'pal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it wasted, and wid its haid
He went galumphin' back.

"And hast dou slain de Jabberwock?
Come t'my arms, mah' beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! "
He cho'tled in his joy.

"Twuz brillig, and da damn slidy toves
Did gyre and gimble in de wabe;
All mimsy wuz de bo'ogoves,
And da damn mome rads outgrabe "