The Jabberwocky

I really have the urge to share my favorite poem of all time with you. This is the "Jabberwocky", a poem written by Lewis Carroll in his novel Through The Looking Glass.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; 

All mimsy were the borogroves, 

And the mome raths outgrabe. 

"Beward 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 sough- 

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in though. 

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!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled with his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
Al mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.