Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

And stood awhile in thought.

And burbled as it came!

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

A frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

He chortled in his joy.

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

And the mome raths outgrabe.