Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimbel in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe

"Beware of the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware of 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 though 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 has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimbel in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe