'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,
long time the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the tumtum tree
and stood awhile in thought.

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

One two! One two! And through and through!
His vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead and with it's head
he went gallumphing back

"And thou hast slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh, frabjous day! Calloo, callay!"
He chortled in his joy

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

~Jabberwocky, by Lewis Caroll