'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 a while 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 />Oh 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.<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jabberwocky/
