Jabberwocky

Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were borogoves
And the mome raths out grabe

Beware the Jabberwock my son
The jaws that bite the claws that snatch
Beware the Jubjub bird and shun
The frimuous Bandersnatch

Took he 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 a flame
Came whiffling through the tugly 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 gallumphing back

Hath thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms my beamish boy
Oh 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.

~ Lewis Carroll. poet, writer, & mathmatician