'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
Sosought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He
He left it dead, and with its head
He
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll