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.