- Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid 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 Jujub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he soughtSo rested he by the Tumtum gree,And stood awhile in thought.And as in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wook,And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two! And through and throughThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back. And has thou slain the Jabberwock?Come to my arms, my beamish boy!O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!He chortled in his joy. Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.