Tales of the Tulgy Wood

Jabberwocky

Lewis Carol sought to write a tale after the fashion of ancient fable.  In place of forgotten arcane words, he invented new arcane words - verbs, nouns, adjectives.  By their weight and shape on the ear he sought to create subconscious impressions and thus was born Jabberwocky.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Jub Jubbury

The Jabberwock whiffled through the tulgy wood, burbling as it drew near to the vorpal blade.  Suddenly it was no more, but what of the beamish boy?  And more importantly, what of the Jubjub Bird?  With your permission and indulgence I now present Jubjubbery.

Hillsomely fullmontled paneon arama
Fugwiltingly shrewdled blankillitly frumed
Intorpient astoms twilliging quilletly
Preetleing fromily autraire betrewed

Hast thou the head of the Jabberwock?
Ist thou intruminat blust?
Think thou the world your shreddle?
Think thou the terminat wust?

"Jub jub" the call echoes doldly
In the twold of the wood
The vorpal sword in its tawdly
By trumfant warrior eshrud

Jubjub on questering pinion
Jubjub with festering splayne
Seeking uffishous galumpherers
Upon which to venge for the slain

Too late my beamish cloddleson
Weighed down with the Jabberhead
For the Jubjub bird now is come
Forthwith to feddle the dead

Not frabjous now the spittled day
Unbeamish now dechortled joy
Jubjub up up away away
In his claws the frittled boy

Hillsomely fullmontled paneon arama
Fugwiltingly shrewdled blankillitly frumed
Intorpient astoms twilliging quilletly
Preetleing fromily autraire betrewed

Bandersnatchery

What fate now awaits the galumphering killer of the Jabberwock?  Carried away to the nest of the Jubjub Bird it seems that all hope is blunk in the twold of the wood.  The answer lies with the Frumious Bandersnatch, and so in conclusion, and in gratitude for your patience thusfar, I present for your enlightened edification - Banderstatchery

Doomonious freetling in slubble-filled frabe
Of unhoppled wats fillisteringly
Crawking instrubient nastriousness
Striddling tovishly far from the wabe

Frittled the boy in doomodourous nest
Blunk the depths of necrosity
Jubjub at play pauses at bay
Snuffs at the air's frumiosity

No sooner aware than bourne on the air
Jubjub up up away
Epiepitomy of Bandersnatchery
Irresistibly bound is this way

Jubjub versus the Bandersnatch
Never was seen such affray
Under green shoots in tulgy woods
The hunter doomed is to be prey

Beambereft boy trindled for joy
Jublejub slain in the grey
While Bandersnatch played throw and catch
With head of the fallen fey

My son hast slain the Jabberwock
Voice of his father was heard
While wearing skin of the Bandersnatch
I slew the Jubjub bird

Doomonious freetling in slubble-filled frabe
Of unhoppled wats fillisteringly
Crawking instrubient nastriousness
Striddling tovishly far from the wabe

(The original works of Mr Carol are of course in the public domain.)