Genterwocky
After a hard days marching,
Sir Doocey calls in at the Village Tavern
For a pint of ale and a pork pie.
The grim villagers stare at him.
“Do not be travelling on the forest road,”
warns a crusty old beak.
“And why is that, antique peasant?”
Grins Sir Doocey indulgently.
“The Genterwocky roams…