Rand got a book of children's poems for Christmas.  It has a CD that features certain poems being read aloud.  Rand likes to listen to it at bedtime as he falls asleep.

Last night he asked me to stay in his room and listen to a poem with him, because he couldn't understand it and wanted me to explain it to him.

"Sure," I said.  "What's the poem called?"

"Jabberwocky."