T'was brillig, and the slithy tove. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogove, and the momewraths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock my son, with jaws that bite, and claws that catch. Beware the Jub-Jub bird, and shun the frumious bandersnatch.
In hand the vorpal blade he took, long time the monoxum foe he sought. So rested he, by Tum-Tum tree, and stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whistling through the tulgey wood, and burbled as it came.
One two, one two, and through and through. The vorpal sword went snicker-snack. He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.
And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms my beamish boy. Calloo callay, oh frabjouis day! He cried out in his joy.
T'was brillig, and the slithy tove. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogove, and the momewraths outgrabe.
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