Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

All mimsey were the borogroves

And the mome raths outgrabe.



"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjubb 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 if flame

Came whiffling through the tulgeywood

And burbled as it came.



One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went sniker-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! Callooy, callay!"

He chortled in his joy.



'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.

All mimsey were the borogroves

And the mome raths outgrabe