'Twas brillig, and the slithy
toves Did gyre and gimble in
the wabe: All mismy 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
fruimious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in
hand; Long time the maxome
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 galumping 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 mismy were the
borogoves, And the mome
raths outgrabe. |