That
beamish boy, who'd slain the beast,
Was
remanded, then, in custody.
(Though
there were those that trusted he
Would
soon be, from his cell, released.)
The
Jabberwock: species deceased.
The
activists spoke out disgustedly.
The
original tale now viewed mistrustedly
And
rumours of foul play increased.
The
trial loomed, the boy was fined.
The
jury yelped 'Callooh! Callay!'
Animal
cruelty lists were signed,
His
vorpal sword was wrenched away.
And
to this day, no Jabberwock roams
Among
the mimsy borogoves.
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