'Twas brillig

, and the slithy

toves

Did gyre

and gimble

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:
Long time 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 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 went galumphing

back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock

?
Come to my arms, my beamish

boy!
O frabjous

day! Callooh

! Callay

!"
He chortled

in his joy.

'Twas brillig

, and the slithy

toves

Did gyre

and gimble

in the wabe

:
All mimsy

were the borogoves

,
And the mome

raths

outgrabe

.