Didst thou slay the Jaberwock, my girl? The jaws that bite at one’s self esteem, the claws that catch us unawares when we want, so much, to be who we are!
Didst thou slay the Jaberwock… oh, come to my arms my beamish girl! Oh, frabjous day, cahloo, cahlay!
‘Twas brillig and the slivey toves did gimbal in the wabe… all mimsy were the borograves and the mome raths outgrabe!
With apologies… pergerist Polly