Oh FANT**** wow that is one that my grandfather used to spew verbatim to us when we were little...oh he read no, he never HAD to read he knew them all...and oh I loved that one...he had a deep wonderful yet soothing voice...oh what memories...love it so thank you Fant...I have the words...and oh you are something...never normal for long ha. .love it Fant* oh goodness {{{{{hugs}}}} a lot of interpretations of this poem BTW......
Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)
'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 mome raths outgrabe.
