Bikeride

Spoken:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe

Hum lipsible, lipsible lilp
Dim thricken mithrummy
Lumgumptulous hummy
Stormgurgle umbumdular bilp

Something unknown is doing we don't know what

Thus, the true meaning of life
Is no meaning
That its purpose is no purpose
And that its sense is nonsense