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>’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 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 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.
