(1) Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll.
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One, two! One, two! And through and through
Its talons slashed and wide maw gnashed!
It left him dead, and with his head
To munch on, back it dashed.
“And hast thou slain my beamish boy?”
He quoke in terror as it neared,
Its nostrils bent on their home-scent:
“’Tis just as I had feared!”
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Were gathered up and swallowed whole:
Next courses? Potage Borogoves,
And the Mome Raths Casserole.
[‘He quoke’ is no typo but a spelling intended to combine ‘quaked’ and ‘spoke’.]
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