He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tum-Tum 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
His vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"Oh, hast thou slain the Jabberwock!
Come to my arms, thou beamish boy!
Oh, frabjous day! Calloo! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsey were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
(I'm almost positive it's borogoves and not borogroves, could be wrong.)