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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
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Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
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All mimsy were the borogoves,
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And the mome raths outgrabe.
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'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
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The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
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Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
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The frumious Bandersnatch!'
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He took his vorpal sword in hand:
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Long time the manxome foe he sought--
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So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
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And stood awhile in thought.
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And as in uffish thought he stood,
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The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
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Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
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And burbled as it came!
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One, two! One, two! And through and through
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The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
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He left it dead, and with its head
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He went galumphing back.
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'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
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Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
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O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
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He chortled in his joy.
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
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Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
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All mimsy were the borogoves,
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And the mome raths outgrabe.