'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gire 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 manksome foe he saught
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!
Oh frabjous day! Callou, callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gire and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.