By Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
All mimsy were the borogoves,
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
One, two! One, two! And through and through
He left it dead, and with its head
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
All mimsy were the borogoves,
