Jabberwocky
’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.