
'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.