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Jabberwocki
(Werner Bloch, 1948)

's and was röstlich geschleidig buhr
schwimbelt And in the Chennach Dunt
All schwalend pfoff the Nebelkur
created the Modigal blunt.

Beware front Jabberwock, my son,
In Throat spewing acrid fire
Even before the bird Jubikon
flee And the band riding.

the Horlafeind, he hardly looks
balmig his sword in his hand
He leans against the Tumtumbaum
to whom he was contemplative.

And as he stands in Unvermut,
If Jabberwock through the forest
teulig A fire that blows air through
And resounds loud quirks.

One two, one two and through and through
The balmig sword zag Zück
Tot was the Druch,
and head it back Gluppierte.

And have you killed the Jabberwock
Come to my heart, my son helmig. Oh
frunzlich day! Challi, challo!
with joy he banzt gron.

's and was röstlich geschleidig buhr
Und schwimbelt im Chennach der Dunt
Ganz schwalend pfoff der Nebelkur
Das Modigal schuf blunt.