The Boar of Dumm - a Jabberwocky Parody

'Twas later in the afternoon When the work of the day was done: Many sat waiting for the moon, Idly twiddling their thumbs. 'Beware the Boar of Dumm, my son! The eyes that dull, the yawns that tire, Beware the slowing steps, do run Or to great things, you'll not aspire.' He took his hardy tome in hand: His father's words he did then heed -- So climbed he up into a tree, There he began to read. And there the hours sped quickly past 'Till the last light of day did fade And when he closed his book at last A discovery was made! The Boar of Dumm! Beneath the tree! Unable to reach him, it fell Onto its side, and there it died, And thus lifted the spell. 'And hast thou beat the Boar of Dumm? Oh tell me, for it must be true! For the ones it takes are many, Those who defeat it, few.' 'Twas later in the afternoon When the work of the day was done: The shouts of joy did ring out soon, For o'er the Boar he had won.