JABBYWOCKY
by Louis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and yon slimpy toath
Did guyr and gimbal in a wab;
All mimsy was a borogoath,
And most momraths outgrab.

"Watch out for Jabbywocks, my son!
Such jaws as chomp, sharp claws that catch!
Watch for any jubjub bird--and shun
Yon frumious brandysnatch!"

Bob took his vorpal sword in hand
For long that manxom thing Bob sought
But put his tush by a tumtum bush
And stood for long in thought

And as in uffish thought Bob stood
This Jabbywock, orbs bright as sun,
Ran whiffling through that tulgy wood
Whilst burbl'ng on its run

Four, two! Four, two! And through and through!
His vorpal sword said "snicky-snack"
Bob saw it torn, and with its horn
Bob ran gallumphing back

"And hast thou slain yon Jabbywock?
Into my arms, my sunny boy!
Oh frabjous day!  Callooh! Callay!"
(Pa chortl'ng in his joy.)

'Twas brillig, and yon slimpy toath
Did guyr and gimbal in a wab;
All mimsy was a borogoath,
And most momraths outgrab.