Twas brillig, and the slithy toves <br />Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;<br />All mimsy were the borogoves,<br />And the mome raths outgrabe.<br /><br />"Beware the Jabberwock, my son <br />The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!<br />Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun <br />The frumious Bandersnatch!"<br /><br />He took his vorpal sword in hand; <br />Long time the manxome foe he sought—<br />So rested he by the Tumtum tree, <br />And stood awhile in thought.<br /><br />And, as in uffish thought he stood, <br />The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,<br />Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, <br />And burbled as it came!<br /><br />One, two! One, two! And through and through <br />The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!<br />He left it dead, and with its head <br />He went galumphing back.<br /><br />"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? <br />Come to my arms, my beamish boy!<br />O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" <br />He chortled in his joy.<br /><br />'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves <br />Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;<br />All mimsy were the borogoves,<br />And the mome raths outgrabe.