A Variation of Jabberwocky By SEA

‘Twas brillig in the lock days
For milsted filsome Jabberwock:
All mimsy borogroves in their stays
And habhan momes for the fock.

“Beware the Jabberwock!” cry they,
“It is vigiant, it is lye!
End must come to its goray,
The Jabberwock must die!”

He stood tall, held his sword
That with the nantran bite,
And with a york ran toward
The Jabberwock in the night.

The Jabberwock stood matran;
Hoared in his poy fear.
Bitten by the the sword nantran
Let lose one woy tear.

“Let me alone! The rest are tray,
of Jabberwocks I am the last!”
But his wos, lock cry fell vay
And his kie end came all too fast.

He returned to town with its head
And the people let out a bock!
While the ransent creatures dread
the kier end of the of the Jabberwock.