Mecha-Brownie
Twas brillig, in the slimy grove
The fallen fae hath made:
All brownies in their golems rode,
And through adventurers did wade.
"Beware the Brownie-mech, my son!
The gears that grind, the claws that catch!
Beware the Pure Lord, and shun
The frumious gliding bats!"
He took his vorpal-coated sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he, by the poo smeared tree
And stood there, still in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Brownie-mech, with claws that maim,
Came graking through the tulgey wood,
And clackered as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal’d blade went snicker-snack!
He left it still, as the brownie’s shrill
Cries met with each single hack.
"And, has thou slain the Brownie-mech?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig, in the slimy grove
The fallen fae hath made:
All brownies in their golems rode,
And through adventurers did wade.