text: Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimbel in the wabe
  All mimsy were the borogoves
  And the mome raths outgrabe
  Beware of the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
  Beware of the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!
  He took his vorpal sword in hand;
  Long time the manxome foe he sought
  So rested he by the Tumtum tree
  And stood awhile in thought
  And as in uffish though he stood
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame
  Came whiffling through the tulgey wood
  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
  And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
  Oh frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!
  He chortled in his joy
  Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimbel in the wabe
  All mimsy were the borogoves
  And the mome raths outgrabe