It was all twisted in the Looking Glass world, but Mr. Carroll stepped in to straighten things out. What was that small boy doing with a vorpal sword, anyway? And at his age?
The wabe was a good place to gyre and gimble but the borogroves were all mimsy, and those outgrabing mome raths!
Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumlous Bandersnatch!
With a vorpal sword, he strode in seach of his manxome foe.
The burbling Jabberwock, eyes aflame, wiffled up to our young blade, as he stood in uffish thought.
Victory!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
And with his head. . .
he went galumping back.
The proud father exclaimed: "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, and beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
"Now my boy, in the matter of this snark ..."
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