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בִּלְחָת חָרְבּוֹ אָחַז בָּיַד:

זְמָן רָב חִפֵּשׂ אֶת יְרִיבוֹ –

וְכָך נִשְעַן עָל עֵץ צִלְצְלָן,

סָפוּן בְּמַחְשָׁבְתוֹ.

וּבְּעוֹדוֹ צוֹלֵק הִרְהוּר,

הַגָּ'בֶּרְווֹק, בִּרְשוֹף עֵינוֹ,

מִסְקָת הַיָעָר הִתָּמֵר,

הַך-הַך! הַך-הַך! אֵלֵי קְרָבָיִים

בִּלְחָת חָרְבוֹ שְלִיק-שָלְקָה!

כָּרַת חָיָיו, וְעִם רֹאשוֹ

דָהַר לוֹ חֲזָרָה.

"הָטְבוֹח טָבַחְתָ גָּ'בֶּרְווֹק?

בִּזְרוֹעוֹתַי, בֶּן, אֲחֲבְּקֶךָ!

הוֹ יוֹם נוֹגֶר, הֶאָח הוּרֵי"

צִחְקֶק הוּא בְּשִמְחָה.

הַייתָּה שְעת רֶמֶשׁ, טְבִיבוֹנִים

קַרְחוּ וְרָגוּ בַּגְבָעִים:

שְקֵטוֹת הָיוּ השְרִיקִיוֹת,

וְרִנְעַטְשוּ היְרָקְפָגִים.

JABBERWOCKY by Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

 All mimsy were the borogoves,

 And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

 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