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== The Jabberwocky Is Confronted by the Doctor == |
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== Yes, Zombies Exist! == |
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’Twas four hours after brillig one day, |
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You're seeing one of their user pages right now! :-P NinLEGWho 06:15, 16 March 2019 (UTC) |
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When the slithy toves fled from the wabe; |
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The mimsy borogoves are hiding, |
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The mome raths pause their outgrabe. |
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The Jabberwock is fierce and mean! |
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The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! |
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More vicious than the Jubjub bird, |
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And even the frumious Bandersnatch! |
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He who stands there, uffish and grey, |
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Strange stick he held in his hand; |
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Standing in front of his contraption, |
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An odd machine from distant lands. |
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He grips his stick firmly in hand: |
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Long time the manxome foe he sees— |
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In the wide wabe he stood so boldly, |
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Out away from Tumtum trees. |
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And in his uffish ways he stood, |
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The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, |
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Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, |
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And burbled as it came! |
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One, two! One, two! And through and through |
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The beam from his stick would drive it mad! |
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It's mind, twas dead! and in his stead, |
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He left a Jubjub snack. |
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The Jabberwock, no longer fierce, |
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Now eats the fruit of the Tumtum tree. |
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O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! |
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No longer will he threaten thee. |
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Then brillig came, and the slithy toves |
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Now gyre and gimble in the wabe; |
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The borogoves no longer hide, |
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And the mome raths joyfully outgrabe. |
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Revision as of 00:05, 28 March 2019
The Jabberwocky Is Confronted by the Doctor
’Twas four hours after brillig one day,
When the slithy toves fled from the wabe;
The mimsy borogoves are hiding,
The mome raths pause their outgrabe.
The Jabberwock is fierce and mean!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
More vicious than the Jubjub bird,
And even the frumious Bandersnatch!
He who stands there, uffish and grey,
Strange stick he held in his hand;
Standing in front of his contraption,
An odd machine from distant lands.
He grips his stick firmly in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sees—
In the wide wabe he stood so boldly,
Out away from Tumtum trees.
And in his uffish ways 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 beam from his stick would drive it mad!
It's mind, twas dead! and in his stead,
He left a Jubjub snack.
The Jabberwock, no longer fierce,
Now eats the fruit of the Tumtum tree.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
No longer will he threaten thee.
Then brillig came, and the slithy toves
Now gyre and gimble in the wabe;
The borogoves no longer hide,
And the mome raths joyfully outgrabe.