Azzigoom

'Oh, dear beyond our dearest dreams,
Fairer than all that fairest seems!
To feast the rosy hours away,
To revel in a roundelay!
How blest would be
A life so free -
Ipwergis-Pudding to consume,
And drink the subtle Azzigoom!

'And if, in other days and hours,
Mid other fluffs and other flowers,
The choice were given me how to dine -
"Name what thou wilt: it shall be thine!"
Oh, then I see
The life for me -
Ipwergis-Pudding to consume,
And drink the subtle Azzigoom!'

Lewis Carroll