Mama Frog

The clock gets to be such a bore What'cha livin' for Though I can't explain being sane Just a dreary chore I'd like to go fly past mountains See mama frog at her fountain She'll be there in her golden frog Sequined uniform Golden chair, three trained human clowns Who will soon perform Balancing books with their heads Trying to recall what they've said Past the gate you will soon be in A garden paradise Don't be late there, the shining jewels Sparkle in your eyes All waiting there for your pleasure What's keeping you from this treasure? '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, claws that catch Beware the jubjub bird And shun the frumlous bander snatch He took his vorpal sword in hand Long time the manxome foe he sought So rested he by the tum tum tree And stood awhile in thought And as in uffish thought he stood The jabberwock, with eyes of flame 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 it's head Went galumphing back And hast thou slain the jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy Oh, 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 The clock gets to be such a bore What'cha livin' for Though I can't explain being sane Just a dreary chore I'd like to go fly past mountains See mama frog at her fountain