Poet: lewis carroll            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 blade 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 it's 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.