Hark! 'Tis Brillig, and the slithy toves
Are gyring, gimbling in the wabe.
All mimsy are the borogoves,
And mome raths outgrabe!

Beware, my son, the Jabberwock,
With jaws that bite and claws that catch!
Shun the frumious Bandersnatch,
And the Jubjub bird, oh, that nasty batch!

He grabbed his vorpal sword in haste,
And sought his manxome foe with glee,
Till by the Tumtum tree he paced,
And pondered what he soon would see.

In uffish thought he stood and gazed,
And lo! The Jabberwock with eyes aflame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey glade,
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 galumphing back.

So, listen well, my little dear,
And shun those beasts, so fierce and strange.
For in the wabe, they all appear,
And their madness can derange.

Hark! 'Tis Brillig, and the slithy toves
Are gyring, gimbling in the wabe.
All mimsy are the borogoves,
And mome raths outgrabe!
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