Jockey Walker

When recounting an experience from one of the first days of school, Sam was cheerfully telling us about a poem his teacher had read during class. He said the name of the poem was 'The Jockey Walker". I immediately pictures of pair of Jockey underwear, strolling down the street and was amused, and puzzled. Bill and my parents looked puzzled too, until my Mom suddenly had an epiphany. 

"Sam, do you mean 'Jabberwocky'"?

Sam's eyes lit up! "Yeah! That was it!"

"Jabberwocky"

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

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

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
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!
O frabjous 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 mome raths outgrabe.

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from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1871).

So....not quite as funny as underwear out for a walk, but I'm really pleased that Sam enjoyed some poetry so much!