User:Jabberwookiee

’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 Jabberwook, my son! The arms that crush, the claws that catch! Beware the Katarn reptomammal, and shun The frumious Rkkrrkkrlsnatch!” He took his light saber in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Wroshyr tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwook, with eyes of flame, Came swinging through the tulgey wood, And whuffled as it came! One, two! One, two! and through and through The light saber went whoosh-wap! He left it dead, and with its shaggy head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwook? 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.