'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 Jabberwork my son,
the jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the jubjub bird and shun
the fumious bandersnatch.
He took his vorpal sword in hand,
long time the manxome foe he sought,
so rested he by the tumtum tree
and stood a while in thought.
Wielding a vorpal sword
And as in uffish thought he stood,
the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
came whiffling through the tulgy 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! Calloo-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.