Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
While I nodded, nearly napping, The old moon laughed and sang a song, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Only this, and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember, So all night long their nets they threw the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Eagerly I wished the morrow, So cried the stars to the fishermen three, "Shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be
So rested he by the Tumtum tree, 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.
This it is, and nothing more.