’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Q: What was the time of the day?
A: It was brillig.
Q: What were the toves doing?
A: They were gyring and gimbling.
Q: Were the borogoves slithy?
A: I don’t know. They were certainly mimsy.
Take this, Cyc.