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.