'Twas blurgid, and sturvy-gig,
And other freakish things,
Did gyre and gimble,
In the purple haze,
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
"Beware the political extremists!"
My father did say
"With their migwist and murping froth!"
Said he: "Watch out for lurking hippies!
Calooh calay, oh snicker-snack!
Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back!"
'Twas zlippish, and fargle-foom,
The jibberwooky didst promise
To leave me alone,
Lest I continue with poetry,
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