‘Twas fuckig, and the fucky toves
Did gyre and fuckle in the wabe;
All fucksy were the fuckogoves,
And the fuck raths fuckgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberfuck, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Fuckfuck bird, and shun
The fuckious Fuckersnatch!”
He took his fuckal sword in hand:
Long time the fuckxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Fuckfuck tree,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in fuckish thought he stood,
The Jabberfuck, with eyes of flame,
Came fuckling through the fucky wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The fuckal blade went fucker-fuck!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went gafucking back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberfuck?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabfuck day! Fucklooh! Fucklay!”
He fuckled in his joy.
‘Twas fuckig, and the fucky toves
Did gyre and fuckle in the wabe;
All fucksy were the fuckogoves,
And the fuck raths fuckgrabe.
