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| ’T WAS brillig, and the slithy toves | |
| Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; | |
| All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
| And the mome raths outgrabe. | |
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| “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! | 5 |
| The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! | |
| Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun | |
| The frumious Bandersnatch!” | |
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| He took his vorpal sword in hand: | |
| Long time the manxome foe he sought— | 10 |
| So rested he by the Tumtum tree, | |
| And stood awhile in thought. | |
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| And as in uffish thought he stood, | |
| The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, | |
| Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, | 15 |
| And burbled as it came! | |
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| 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. | 20 |
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| “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? | |
| Come to my arms, my beamish boy! | |
| O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” | |
| He chortled in his joy. | |
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| ’T was brillig, and the slithy toves | 25 |
| Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; | |
| All mimsy were the borogoves, | |
| And the mome raths outgrabe. | |
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