“On the coldest night,

Long after you have slain the Jabberwocky

with thy vorpal sword

take heed to my warning,

you approach the eldest of strife!

you must ride the Bandersnatch further

an’ slaughter the Juju bird!”

For,

the fowl is as wise as the owl of Umbridge!

alas,

madness evades with a deafening scream –

Prapp! Prapp!

Those who hath heard,

no longer live!

Far up,

upon the cliffs of Witzend,

flarpin’ to an’ a fro!

Scuffing its wings like piercing sharp arrows –

it jounces bosom, bird breast to lay and blot out!

With gaping black eyes and loutish grave toes. 

So, listen my friend,

when the Juju is beringilin’ about

again, gyre and gimble,

then kill it dead.

Just like the Jabberwocky,

off with its head!

“‘Twas a guddle’s scuttish pilgar lickering

shuken juggling sluking urpal

Bar lom much egg brimni!”

Huzzah! Horray! O’ Marvolent day,

I hear the bells have bong’d

celebrate with Juju bird egg cakes!

Fudderwacken and play song.