The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?"
For the last few months I have looked everywhere for the squelchinos and squarkions. Under the bedsheets, high in the trees. Side of the toolshed, deep under seas. But alas, blind as I may be, they have failed to materialise, even though we now all tread the same path. Where have they gone?