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Originally Posted by ilduclo
from memory, so may not be perfect
"He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the maxim foe he sought
And rested he by the jubjum tree
And stood a while in thought
And as he stood, the jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came whistling through the fulgy woods and burbled as it came
And one, two and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack
And left it dead and with it's head he went galumphing back
"'And thou has slain the jabberwock?
Oh come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Of frumious day, calloo callay" he chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig and the slighthy toves
Did gyre and gimbal in the wabes
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the momes rathgrabed."
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Ahaa! Yes!
I always remembered it as "Frabtious day, calloo callay" but, I know that's not right. Still, I've been known to recite that (falsely) when something sweet happens in my life... even "he chortled in his joy."
Now this is sappy, but my mother used to call "beamish boy" from time to time. I didn't mind.
