Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
’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.
