He chortled in his joy! And stood awhile in thought; And burbled as it came! Beware the Jabberwock, my son! And, as in uffish thought he stood, All mimsy were the borogoves,
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! And stood awhile in thought! Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? All mimsy were the borogoves, Long time the manxome foe he sought—
He went galumphing back? Twas brillig, and the slithy toves All mimsy were the borogoves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
And burbled as it came! And the mome raths outgrabe! All mimsy were the borogoves, Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
He chortled in his joy. So rested he by the Tumtum tree The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
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