| '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 |