He bent his knees to slithe and sprawl,
Till, fagged and flausted by disdoot,
He brooded by the wall.
And, as in broody ease he lay,
The Jazzerwock, with shoulders bare,
Came swhiffling through the juggly fray
And grapped him by the hair.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The prancing maze they reeled and pressed,
Till both his feet ignored the beat