Jabberwocky

Twas brilling, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jub-Jub 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 Tum-Tum tree,
And sat 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 came galumphing back.
And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloo! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy, were the borogroves, 
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Category:Poetry
Category:Monsters