Myseadee - Jabber Wock (lyrics adapted from Lewis Carroll poem)

Was brillig, brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble gimble in the wade
All mimsy mimsy were the borogoves
And then the mome mome mome mome raths outgrabe

Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch that catch
Beware beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious frumious Bandy Bandersnatch

He took his vorpal sword into his hand
A loong long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he, he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile while while while in thought

And as in uffish uffish thought he stood
The Jabberwock, with eyes with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey tulgey wood
And burbled, burbled burbled as it came

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker snicker-snack
He left it dead and with its head He went galumphing back
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy

O frabjous day
Callooh
Callay"
He chortled in his joy

'Twas brillig, and the slith yslithy toves
Did gyre and gimblegimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the ere the borogoves
And the mome raths oh they all outgrabe

"Beware the Jabberwock, berwock my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Beware the Jubjub bird, beware and shun
The frumious frumious Bandersnatch"

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wade
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Bar 201
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch"

He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So 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
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay"
He chortled in his joy

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

Written by:
Michael Deiner

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