'Twas brillig and the slity troves did gyre and gimbal in the wabe all mimsy were the borgroves 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 a tum-tum tree, And stood awhile in thought

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Your Cool, I'm outta here.