From portal!barrnet.net!decwrl!ames!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!swrinde!cs.utexas.edu!uwm.edu!daffy!uwvax!uchinews!quads!moh2 Sat Feb 19 23:59:17 1994 Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems Path: portal!barrnet.net!decwrl!ames!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!swrinde!cs.utexas.edu!uwm.edu!daffy!uwvax!uchinews!quads!moh2 From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne) Subject: Re: Looking for the poem Jabberwakie (sp?) Message-ID: <1994Feb11.191207.19021@midway.uchicago.edu> Sender: news@uchinews.uchicago.edu (News System) Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu Organization: University of Chicago References: Date: Fri, 11 Feb 1994 19:12:07 GMT Lines: 55 In article WGETZ@hr.house.gov (Will Getz) writes: >I am looking for the author and/or the poem. Can anyone help? Author: Lewis Carroll Poem from memory: Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy tove 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 Then 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 His vorpal blade went snicker-snack He left it dead and with its head He went galumphing back. "Thous't slain the Jabberwock, my son! Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day! Calloo, callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy tove did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome raths outgrabe." --note, there are doubtless many punctuation and capitalization discrepancies in the above, and possibly some spelling as well. You should go find the original - I'm not sure if it's in _Alice in Wonderland_ or _Through the Lookinglass_. _The Hunting of the Snark_ is another great poem of his. -- "The November snow was thin and slushy - almost as if the angels in Heaven were brushing their teeth and dribbling toothpaste over the earth." - Mary Catherine Weir _Son of "It Was a Dark and Stormy Night"_