Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves and the momeraths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the jub-jub bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch." He took his vorpal sword in hand, longtime the manxsome foe he sought. And rested he by the tum-tum tree and stood a while in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood and burbled as he 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 gallumphing back. "And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Oh come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh, frabjuous day, Calloo, Callay!" he chortled in his joy.