Jabberwocky’Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid 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 shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!”He took his vorpal sword in hand;Long time the manxome foe he sought—So rested he by the Tumtum treeAnd 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 throughThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its headHe 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 tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.
by Lewis Carroll: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)
Illustration by Corrie Haffly
This is one my favorite poems from childhood, mostly because my Dad loved it so, and his eyes would twinkle in the telling. We both loved this reading of it by Neil Gaiman, whose own love of the fantastic in story shines in his recital:
However, not all poems with made-up words are magical. If Jabberwocky is the BEST that it gets, Vogon poetry is somewhere among the worst… the third worst poetry in the universe, if you must know.