'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimbol in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
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:
Longtime the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

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

One, two! One, two! Thrust down each shoe!
For the horror then drove him back!
Or so 'tis said, and so he fled,
And went gallumphing back.

"And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Many failed before you, boy,
And you, like they, now must away;
Flee what you can't destroy."

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimbol in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.