Did fray and jigance in the froods
All sparmy were the leevoturns
And the momime verdy kwoods
“Beware the Verdantmaw, my dear
With jaws that bite, and claws that grasp!
Beware the ficktie bug, and shun
The veraneous Jiggerclasp!
She took her logdeesh, pem in hand:
Long time the worfect poem she sought -
So rested she under Fanging leaves
And napped and woke in thought.
And, as in warnish thought she stood
The Jiggerjaw, with hide of flame,
Came sliling through the wood,
And droodled as it came!
One, two! Now ten. Now countless more
Came in stilent and with heed
She may have survived the battle yet
If she hadn’t prooped to cree.
“And what has come of roet priter
Who sought to gen a pem?”
She prites no more cus one who kraws
Can hardly hold a pen.
Twas sunisp and the roet priter
Did fray and jigance in the froods
All sparmy were the leevoturns
And the momime verdy kwoods
It jumped off the page from your work on the Texas execution of your neighbor.




