'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
 All mimst were the borogroves,
   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 fow he sought--
 So he rested by the Tumtum tree,
   And stood awhile in thought.

 And, as in uffish thought he stood,
   The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
 And whiffling through the tulgey wood,
   And burbled as it came!

 One, two!  One, two!  And through andthrough
   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 by beamish boy