Twas brilling and the slithy tovesEven if hefting a vorpal sword be thou, I'll not as be thine maxome foe.
Did gire and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
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.