’Twas brillig, and the witless droves

      Did cry and moan for all their jabs:

All flimsy from no questions sought,

      Minds mere slush from TV bought.

“Beware the Jab they give, my friend!

      The nano byte, the genes they change!

Beware the Jabjab Gates, and shun

      The spurious Wancock lad!”

He took the veinous jab in hand;

      Long time the witless peeps he sought

Treasuring all the shares he held

      And vested interests he had bought.

And, as in hellish thought he mused,

      The P.U.B., with eyes of flame,

Cut swiftly through the B.S. used,

      And giggled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The Sword of Truth went snicker-snack!

No jury will deny, evidence so damning true

    Would ever save this pack.

“And hast thou slain those Cocky Four?

      Come to our arms, our beamish braves!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

     A grateful world burst forth in joy.

’Twas brillig, and the witless droves

      Now banished to their chosen hell:

All whimsey were the wise and true,

      And those their warnings heeded.