Heh, neat
. They must appreciate Jabberwocky as well.
Let's see if I can do it from memory at this point in time:
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwocke, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Beware the Jubjub bird
And shun the frumious bandersnatch.
He took his vorpal sword in hand,
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,
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, my son?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy,
Oh frabjous day, caloo calay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
Entirely From memory(!), that was
Jabberwocky by Charles Lutwidge Dodgeson