To spot a golden tove

Out far by the sea green wabes

With sweat and dirt from the borogroves

And feet blistering from prickly mome raths

Is a special thing my son

Guide books can’t capture the toves manxome foes

Jub jubs, Bandersnatches and Jabberwocks

Their icy stares, vicious snarls, snicker-snack

Of their beating wings, so stand in thought

By the TumTum tree and take stock

Of what you see