Jabberwocky

Twas brilling, and the slythy toves,                                                                                                                    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogroves,                                                                                                                        And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jub-Jub 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 Tum-Tum tree                                                                                                                    And sat awhile in thought.

And, 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 came galumphing back.

And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamiish boy! Oh, frabjous day! Calloo! Callay! He chortled in his joy.

Twas brilling, and the slythy toves,                                                                                                                    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy, were the borogroves,                                                                                                                       And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Credited to Lewis Carrol