The Frabjous Day; or, the Death of the Jabberwocky
"This vorpal sword thy guide shalt be
Is what thy father said to thee
But alack, alas, your day has passed"
Thus spake Jabberwocky.
Upon this most frabjous of days
The fearéd monster to be slayed
"Ha-ha my friend, you'll meet your end
Without further delay."
My father's blade is sharp and true,
Of this I will not lie to you.
I do not fear that you are here,
For you are now run through!
Then, slain, the Jabberwocky fell
Without any pomp or pride.
Upon the green and grassy knell,
The blade piercing its side.
The slithy toves were gyring
And gimbling in the wabe
The borogroves were mimsy
And the mome raths outgrabe.
For as foretold
In days of old
Upon this frabjous day,
The monster's flesh was hard and cold,
And shouted them, callay!