'Twas Lorillard, the sly carriage
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Mimsy was the tri-boro bridge
And the home boyz outgrabe.

'Beware the Camel 'Joe', my son!
His cigarettes and packs not true!
Beware the R.J.R., and shun
The fumious Bee and Double U!'

He took his vector sword in hand:
Longtime the Marlboro foe he sought -
So rested he by the Pallmall tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in puffish thought he stood,
The Camel Joe with Zippo flame
Came wafting through the neighborhood,
Exhaling as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vector blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with Joe's head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Camel Joe?
Come to my arms my beamish boy
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas Lorillard, the sly carriage
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Mimsy was the tri-boro bridge
And the home boyz outgrabe.