'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware 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 a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought 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 hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-LEWIS CARROLL (27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)
JABBERWOCKY (-Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware 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 a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought 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 hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-LEWIS CARROLL (27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)
JABBERWOCKY (-Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
Here goes:
Once upon a time there was a lady. She wanted to have a baby. And she did. But she was sad, because the baby had brown hair. "I wanted a blond!" she screamed, throwing the baby of a cliff.
She then had another baby. It had red hair. "I wanted a blond!" she shouted, again throwing her off the cliff.
The days past, and many a child was thrown off a cliff. Then, the lady reached the age of 40. "I'm too old now! I'll never have a blonde baby!" She lived the rest of her life in depression.
Oh, and she was put in prison for throwing babies of cliffs.
THE END!
Once upon a time there was a lady. She wanted to have a baby. And she did. But she was sad, because the baby had brown hair. "I wanted a blond!" she screamed, throwing the baby of a cliff.
She then had another baby. It had red hair. "I wanted a blond!" she shouted, again throwing her off the cliff.
The days past, and many a child was thrown off a cliff. Then, the lady reached the age of 40. "I'm too old now! I'll never have a blonde baby!" She lived the rest of her life in depression.
Oh, and she was put in prison for throwing babies of cliffs.
THE END!