By Lewis Carroll
Adapted by Kaitlyn Davis
Narrartor: ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves and the mome raths outgrabe.
Mother: Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shung the frumious Bandersnatch!
Woods: Bandersnatch! Bandersnatch!
Narrator: He took his vorpal sword in hand: long time the manxome foe he sought—
Boy: So he rested by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought.
Woods: Thought, thought
Narrator: And as in uffish thought he stood.
Woods: Stood, stood
Jabberwocky: With eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tylgey wood
Woods: Tylgey wood, tylgey wood
Jabberwocky: And burbled as it came!
Sword: One, two! One, two! And through and through the vorpal blade went sincker-snack!
Woods: Sincker-snack! Snicker-snack!
Boy: He left it dead, and with its head he went galumphing back.
Woods: Back! Back!
Mother: And, had thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Woods: Callooh! Callay! Callooh! Callay!
Boy: (chortles) ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe.