Writing nonsense is extremely hard
Writing rubbish verses can annoy
Nonsense has some style, some meaning too
Gyre and gimble till the spies find you
Read aloud it makes me laugh and cry
Borogroves are woods where mancipes die
Wabe is like the sea, its rappling gorm
Please put your wrong name upon a form
Why not stroke A Rest for Oxford now
Lie down in a stunt without a cow
The rivers bring down water from the hills
Why God put the springs there, we can’t tell
Read a little Alice for your heart
Through the mirror is the wiser part
How my heart sings 