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'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 voral blade went snicker-snack! He left it
dead, and with its head, he went gallumping back. "And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O 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.