| Lyrics: | Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsey were the
borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The
jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjubb 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 if flame
Came whiffling through the
tulgeywood
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and
through
The vorpal blade went sniker-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! Callooy, callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas
brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsey were the
borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe |
