Twas Bryllyg

...and the slythytoves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves;
And the mome raths outgrabe.

As you can see, the Wretched One is teaching me
the poetries.

It's a load of jabberwocky to me.
But TWO seems inordinately attached to this bit of verse.  Apparently her grandfather would regale the assembled family with it every time he came to visit. He also urged everyone to have the pea soup, and liked dogs, so he must have been alright.