'Twas brillig, and the
slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the
borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that
catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he
sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of
flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it
came!
One, two! One, two! And through and
through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and
with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms,
my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his
joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and
gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths
outgrabe.
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