Poet: lewis carroll







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 blade 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.