Yes... I can recite this poem from memory, and often do at Ren Faires.
"'T was brillig and the slithitoves...
Did the gire and the gimble in the wabe?
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And, the momeraths outgrabe.
Beware of the jabberwock, my son,
The jaws that bite,
The claws that catch.
Beware the jub-jub bird,
And, shun the framorous bandersnatch,
So, he took his vorpol sword in hand,
And, long-time the maxinome foe he sought.
And, rested by the tum-tum tree and stood a white in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The jabberwock,with it's eyes of flame,
Came wuffling through the tulgey-wood and burbbled as it came.
And, one-two, and one-two his vorpel blade went snicjer-snack!
He lopped it dead and with it's head and he went gulull-loping back.
'Hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh, fabberous day!
Cally-hoo, cally-hey!,' he chortled in his joy!
'T was brllig and the slivitoves.
Did the gire and the gimble in the wabe?
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And, the momeraths outgrabe?"
---"Jabberwocky,'" By Lewis Carroll, from "Alice Through The Looking Glass, And What She Found There".
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