The Second Jabberwocky
Gyring and gyring in the manxome wood
The Jubjub bird bewares the JubJubber;
Toves bite through all; borogoves cannot rest;
Mome raths galumph upon the wabe,
Their blade-slain heads galumph, and all awhile
The catches of their mimsy jaws are shunned;
The brillig take no joy, while the slithy
Stand on frumious snicker-snack.
Oh! ‘Tis some uffish foe coming;
Oh! ‘Tis the Jabberwock coming.
The Jabberwock! “Callooh! Callay!” I think
When a whiffling sight, through and through,
Gimbles my eyes; somewhere by the Tumtum tree
A boy with vorpal arms and hands of flame,
A claw as long and frabjous as a sword,
Is chortling the borogoves, while in back of him
Go the Jubjubs, and the mome raths, and the toves.
They leave: One two! One two! So hast thou seen
That gyring days of beamish joy
Were left for dead in a manxome wood,
And what tulgey son, his time come back awhile,
Burbles toward the Bandersnatch seeking to outgrabe?