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Forgive my line breaks...typing from memory...

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome wraths 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 though he stood
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling 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 frabjious 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 wraths outgrabe


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