And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Source:
The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Twas brillig, and
the slithy toves
Did gyre and
gimble in the wabe:
And through and through
The vorpal blade went
snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.