Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and        in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

 Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
 The jaws that           claws that catch!
 Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!?

 He took his        sword in hand:
 Long time the         foe he sought?
 So rested he    the Tumtum tree,
 And stood a while in thought.

 As as in        thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
 Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 And burbled as it came!

 One, two! One,          through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
 He left it           with its head
 He went galumphing back.

 And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
 Come to my       my beamish boy!
 O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
 He chortled in his joy.

 Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and        in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.