'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the iPhones,
And the mac raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the apps that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his ipod sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Apple TV,
And stood awhile in thought

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the iMac wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went Macintosh!
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!
OS X 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 MacMost raths outgrabe.