Sitting upon my bedroom chair,
Mother, with a soft hand holds the book.
A soft light glows upon her hair.
"Twas Brillig" she reads,
I can feel the excitement growing in me,
just as I can almost see his forhead bead
And suddenly I slay the jabberwocky! Slicing off its head,
I watch today's troubles slip away into the abyss of unimportance.
I stand staring down at my dragon, I've killed it dead