Twas Brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe

The dragon's fire more fierce than fire laid low their towers and houses frail
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
And when her spirit left her body how it split the sun
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree
Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me
you can drink your fancy ales you can drink em by the flagon
Fin Gluey Miglawana Cthulhu Rley Fatagn