’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware 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 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,
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 in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the momeraths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll -- Jabberwocky
AnnaS & Keiva: Might as well get the whole thing...Must add this version: The Jabberwocky Spellchecked
by Modern Technology
Teas broiling and the silty tomes
Did gyrate and gamble in the wave
All misery were the boroughs
And the mime rashes outraged.
"Beware the Jabberer, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Beware the jujitsu bird and shun
The furious bantering."
He took his viracity sword in hand:
Long time the maximal foe he sought
So rested he by the tom-tom tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in Irish thought he stood,
The Jabberer, with eyes of flame
Came waffling through the Tulsa wood
And burbled as it came.
One two, One Two! And through and through
The voracity blade went snicker snack!
He left it dead and with its head
He went glamoring back.
"And hats thou slain the Jabberer!
Come to my arms, my bleakish boy!
O farmhouse day! Calculi! Canary!
He chortled in his joy.
Teas broiling and the silty tomes
Did gyrate and gamble in the wave
All misery were the boroughs
And the mime rashes outraged.
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(Lotus version)
Twas bridling and the slight toes
Did gyre and gimlet in the wade
All mimes were the boroughs
And the modem rats outgrew.
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(MS Word version)
Twas brisling, and the smithy toes
Did gyre and gamble in the wade:
All missy were the borogroves,
And the mom rates outgrabe.
[Edit] I've been reminded that this (the original) is known as a poem, not a song. True, and by rights it would be placed more appropriately in the Poetry thread. However, <rimshot> a cursory study reveals that it has been set to music at least four times.
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