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