<code>'Twas brillig, and th' slithy toves Did gARR and gimble in th' wabe; All mimsy be th' borogoves, And th' mome raths outgrabe, avast! "Beware th' Jabberrwock, me son, and a bucket o' chum! The jaws that bite, th' claws that catch! Beware th' Jubjub bird, and shun The salty Bandarrsnatch!" The ornery cuss took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time th' manxome foe he sought— So rested he by th' Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberrwock, wi' eyes o' flame, Came whifflin' through th' tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! and through and thrrrrrough The vorpal blade went snickarr-snack, by Blackbeard's sword! He left it dead, and wi' its head The ornery cuss went galumphin' back, with a chest full of booty. "And hast thou slain th' Jabberwock? Come t' me arms, me beamish lad! And swab the deck! O frabjus' day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and th' slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in th' wabe; All mimsy be th' borogoves, And th' mome raths outgarrabe. Arr, me hearty!</code>


Many thanks to Lewis Carroll for his undying wit and Dougal Campbell <[email protected]> for writing the Unix "pirate" utility.