THE JABBERWOCKY
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- T'was brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogroves,And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Beware the Jabberwock my son! Its claws that scratch, its jaws that bite!
- I will kill the Jabberwock!
- 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.
- And, as in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
- One, two! One, two! And through and throughThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back.
- SLICE!
- CALLOOH CALLAY!!!
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