’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 awhile in
thought.