| '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. |
