Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll
1832 to 1898
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Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
And the mome raths outgrabe.
He left it dead, and with its head
All mimsy were the borogoves,
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
He chortled in his joy.
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He went galumphing back.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And stood awhile in thought.
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
And burbled as it came!