'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.
Friday Poem
