And told the awful tale.
And who can wonder that it made
That loving creature cry?
For he had done the dreadful work,
And caused the things to die.
That Jabberwock was passing bad—
That Jabberwock was wrong.
And with this verdict, I conclude
One portion of my song.
I contend that there is a great deal of natural beauty in the poem of which this extract forms part. Some people say there isn’t a scrap. A man, I am aware, mixed up something of the sort in a book called “Alice through the Looking Glass.”