Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
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jackofallgeeks'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, has 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.
Addendum, by the Cruxshadows
In winter when the hills are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In spring when woods are getting green,
I try to tell you what I mean.
In summer when the days are long,
Perhapse you'll understand this song.
In autumn when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink and write it down.
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, has 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.
Addendum, by the Cruxshadows
In winter when the hills are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In spring when woods are getting green,
I try to tell you what I mean.
In summer when the days are long,
Perhapse you'll understand this song.
In autumn when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink and write it down.
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Now in Latin
Date: 2004-05-14 07:09 pm (UTC)Gabrobocchia
Est brilgum: tovi slimici
In vabo tererotitant
Brogovi sunt macresculi
Momi rasti strugitant.
"Fuge Gabrobocchia, fili mi,
Qui fero lacerat morsu:
Diffide Iubiubae avi
Es procul ab Unguimanu."
Vorpalem ensem extulit;
Hostem quaesivit manximum;
Tumtumi stirpi astitit
Et extudit consilium.
Subtectim consultante eo
En, Gabrobocchia flammifer
Ex luco sprinxit tulgido
Perbullans usque ugriter.
Tum semel, bis et iterum
Vorpale ferrum pupugit.
Necati caput exanimum
Citumphans retro rettulit.
"Num Gabrobocchia periit?
Gaudiferum amplectar te!
Dies frabiosus! graustussit!"
Suffremuit praehilare.
Est brilgum: tovi slimici
In vabo tererotitant
Brogovi sunt macresculi
Momi rasti strugitant.