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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves |
| Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: |
| were the |
| And the mome raths outgrabe. |
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| 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! |
| The jaws bite, the that |
| Beware the bird, and shun |
| The Bandersnatch! |
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| He his vorpal sword in hand: |
| the foe he |
| So rested he by the Tumtum |
| And stood awhile in |
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| And, as in uffish thought he |
| The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, |
| Came whiffling the tulgey wood, |
| And as it came! |
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| One, two! And through and |
| The went snicker-snack! |
| He left it dead, and with its |
| He galumphing back. |
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| 'And, has the Jabberwock? |
| Come to my my beamish boy! |
| O frabjous Callay!' |
| He in joy. |
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| 'Twas brillig, and the toves |
| Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; |
| All were the |
| And the raths outgrabe. |