"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, has 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.
