"Beware the UnaBubb, my son!
The egnor wit, that Sealy bite,
Beware the Jutta bird, and pun
On waugsqueake’s entries trite

So taking demi-bread in hand,
Long time the Panic Pin he sought-
So rested he in the Film Noir Home,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in bakish thought he stood,
The UnaBubb, with pen aflame,
Came waffling through the bak’ry wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The yeasty loaf went snicker-snack!
He left Dog Ed, and monkfish head
And went Aubsterging back.

"And hast thou slain the UnaBubb?
And Susen too? And Dr Bob?
O Thumbwax Day! Beauxeault, Hooray!
Rod’s Tiger and his mob!”

'Twas brillig, and half-bak’ry stoves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All flaky the viennoiserie,
And globaltourniquabe.