is that the slain Winter disappearing into the distance behind us? O Frabjous day, I think it is!
The seasonal Venn diagram can be quite ‘busy’ at this time of the year – each circle with its own specific characteristic – small lambs, daffodils, greening of the hedgerows, temperatures on the up, a little extra light of an evening, Mother’s Day – all coming together in the centre of that image with the little hatched area in the middle named ‘Spring’ – O Callooh! Callay! – is that the slain Winter disappearing into the distance behind us? O Frabjous day, I think it is!
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
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?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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