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                            a while in thought.

 As 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.