And stood awhile in thought; And, as in uffish thought he stood, So rested he by the Tumtum tree

He went galumphing back. All mimsy were the borogoves, And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? He went galumphing back?

He chortled in his joy? He left it dead, and with its head O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! And, as in uffish thought he stood, Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

One, two! One, two! And through and through Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, Come to my arms, my beamish boy! He took his vorpal sword in hand;

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He took his vorpal sword in hand; Come to my arms, my beamish boy! And the mome raths outgrabe...

He took his vorpal sword in hand; The frumious Bandersnatch! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand;