Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Twas bright and the spillery grooves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; Did Gravell and Gimbo dance to the wind blow All mimsy were the borogoves, All the noises were like loaves And the mome raths outgrabe. And poor strong rome raths till night glow "Beware the Jabberwock, my son Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! The hunger for flesh, has begun Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun Beware the bird is the word, my son The frumious Bandersnatch!" The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand; He took his powerful sword in hand Long time the manxome foe he sought Awhile time the manxome foe he sought So rested he by the Tumtum tree, So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And stood awhile in deep trought

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And, as in uffish thought he stood, And, as in uffish thought he should The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame The jabberwock, with eyes of rage Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, Came whiffling through the tugley wood, And burbled as it came!
And burbled as it came!

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One, two! One, two! And through and through One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! The vorpal balde went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

He went galumphing back

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? And hast thou slain the Jabebrwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" O frabjous dat! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.
He chorted in his joy

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Twas bright and the spillery grooves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; Did Gravell and Gimbo dance to the wind blow All mimsy were the borogoves, All the noises were like loaves And the mome raths outgrabe .And poor strong rome raths till night glow

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