[Arcc]

`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 Jobberwolk, my Cypha!
The flames that scorch, the blades that slice!
Beware the Azure Book, and shun
The frumious falling ice!"

She took her vorpal divider in hand:
Long time the manxome foe she sought --
So rested she by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought she stood,
The Jobberwolk, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And laid the law down as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
She left it dead, and with its head
She went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jobberwolk?
Come to my arms, my beamish Cy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
Curren chortled diabolical-ly.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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