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.