PARTYWOCKY
'Twas brillig, and the
candidates
Did gamble on the either
wabe,
All mimsy were the
running mates
And mome promises
outgabe.
"Beware the
Partywock, my son,
The bilge that binds,
the clause that catch;
Beware the Caucus-Bird,
and shun
The White House
Bandersnatchl
He took his votal sword in hand,
Long time the wardsome
schmoes he sought,
So rested he by the
Election Tree
And stood awhile and
thought;
And as in November thought
he stood
The Partywock with eyes
of tax
Came-paining through
through the Public Good
And gave him forty
whacks.
One-two, one- two, and he was through,
The fiscal blade his income nicked;
It left him smote, and with h is vote
The rival Wockies licked.
"And didst return
thy Partywock?
Come to our office, squeamish boy!
O
frabjius day, can we make hay!"
Re-negging in its joy.
T'was, 'tis, and 'twill
thus brillig be
While foolish toves
applaud the wabe,
And each mome raths, in
hopes that he
Will
momer raths outgrabe!
Circa
1935