'Twas babish, and the slimpy turculas,

Did gowl and grobble in the wade;

All mesive were the bunanzees,

And the mouck beons outraght.

"Beware the Jubberjungle, my workers!

The trees that whack, the vines that latch!

Beware the Sunsun bird, and shun

the fiercious Banglesnatch!"

He took his shaugh machette in hand:

Long time the mammantic foe he sought--

So rested he by the Bigbig tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in ragrish thought he stood,

The Jabberjungle, with eyes of leaves,

Came scrouning through the dreiny wood,

And whistzed as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through

The machette blade went chipper-chop!

He left it dead, and with its trees

He went sliving back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberjungle?

Come to my office, my grellant worker!

O wondulous day! Cha-ching! Moo-lay!"

He laugged in his greed.

'Twas babish, and the slimpy turculas,

Did gowl and grobble in the wade;

All mesive were the bunanzees,

And the mouck beons outraght.

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