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