One, two! One, two! And through and through<br />
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!<br />
He left it dead, and with its head<br />
    He went galumphing back.<br />
<br />
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?<br />
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!<br />
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"<br />
    He chortled in his joy.<br />
<br />
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves<br />
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;<br />
All mimsy were the borogoves,<br />
    And the mome raths outgrabe.