‘TWAS brillig, and the slithy Sage
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the michaelgoves,
And Michie raths outgrabe.
‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The spikes that bite, the clots that come!
Beware the Jabjab bird, and shun
The frumious Ferguson!’
He took this wise advice in hand:
Long time the unseen foe he’d fought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the Whitty wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! The calls came through
I’d rather have a Snicker-snack!
He defied its dread, and so instead
The Jabberwock galumphed on back.
‘And hast thou avoided the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
Father chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy Sage
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the michaelgoves,
And Michie raths outgrabe.
