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[slobbit]

'Twas shrillish as my snifty love
Did fyre and ferrer about the glade;
She set the Jubjubs skitterpove
And the dormalpuffs agade.

"This fare's not fit for such as I!"
My snifty love did say,
"It sets my tummy gurble bye
And all my crombs aray!"

She took her silver fork in hand
and scraped her luncheon from the dile;
And I did not know what to say-
I stood there quite a while.

"Beware the snifty love," they'd sighed,
"The orbs that gile and claws that crump;
She'll please until the knot is tied,
Then all your stuff commumpt!"

And as in uffish thought I stood,

The snifty love, with eyes of flame,

Gimble-pegged the table wood,

And turned luncheon set aplame!

One, two! One, two! and through and through

My vorpal fork went snicker-snack!

I took her head, and left her dead,
And to luncheon I turned back.

'Twas smoomish, and the Jubjub birds
Did gyre and gimble in the air;
All foony were the murmlegirfs,
And the dormalpuffs alair.