1) Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.  Beware the jabberwock my son!  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch; beware the jujube bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch.  So he took his vorpal blade in hand, long the maxome foe he sought. Then rested he neath a tumtum tree and paused a while in thought.  And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood, and burbled as it came.  One!  Two!  The vorpel blade went snicker-snack.  He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.  And hast thow slain the Jabberwock?  Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay! Come to my breast, my beamish boy, he chortled in his joy.  Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.

2) Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.  Beware the jabberwock my son!  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch; beware the jujube bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch.  So he took his vorpal blade in hand, long the maxome foe he sought. Then rested he neath a tumtum tree and paused a while in thought.  And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood, and burbled as it came.  One!  Two!  The vorpel blade went snicker-snack.  He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.  And hast thow slain the Jabberwock?  Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay! Come to my breast, my beamish boy, he chortled in his joy.  Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.

3) Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.  Beware the jabberwock my son!  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch; beware the jujube bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch.  So he took his vorpal blade in hand, long the maxome foe he sought. Then rested he neath a tumtum tree and paused a while in thought.  And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood, and burbled as it came.  One!  Two!  The vorpel blade went snicker-snack.  He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.  And hast thow slain the Jabberwock?  Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay! Come to my breast, my beamish boy, he chortled in his joy.  Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.

4) Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.  Beware the jabberwock my son!  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch; beware the jujube bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch.  So he took his vorpal blade in hand, long the maxome foe he sought. Then rested he neath a tumtum tree and paused a while in thought.  And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood, and burbled as it came.  One!  Two!  The vorpel blade went snicker-snack.  He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.  And hast thow slain the Jabberwock?  Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay! Come to my breast, my beamish boy, he chortled in his joy.  Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.

5) Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.  Beware the jabberwock my son!  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch; beware the jujube bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch.  So he took his vorpal blade in hand, long the maxome foe he sought. Then rested he neath a tumtum tree and paused a while in thought.  And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood, and burbled as it came.  One!  Two!  The vorpel blade went snicker-snack.  He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.  And hast thow slain the Jabberwock?  Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay! Come to my breast, my beamish boy, he chortled in his joy.  Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.

6) Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.  Beware the jabberwock my son!  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch; beware the jujube bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch.  So he took his vorpal blade in hand, long the maxome foe he sought. Then rested he neath a tumtum tree and paused a while in thought.  And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood, and burbled as it came.  One!  Two!  The vorpel blade went snicker-snack.  He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.  And hast thow slain the Jabberwock?  Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay! Come to my breast, my beamish boy, he chortled in his joy.  Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.

7) Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.  Beware the jabberwock my son!  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch; beware the jujube bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch.  So he took his vorpal blade in hand, long the maxome foe he sought. Then rested he neath a tumtum tree and paused a while in thought.  And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgy wood, and burbled as it came.  One!  Two!  The vorpel blade went snicker-snack.  He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back.  And hast thow slain the Jabberwock?  Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay! Come to my breast, my beamish boy, he chortled in his joy.  Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gymble in the wabe, all mimsey were the borogroves, and the Mome Raths outgrabe.