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