Mama Frog

The clock gets to be such a bore What'chu livin' for? Though I can't explain, bein' sane's 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 sequinned 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? It was brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome raths outgrabe "Beware the Jabberwocky, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch? Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumlous Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand Long time the manxome foe he sought? So rested he, by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought And as in uffish thought he stood The Jabberwocky, with eyes of flame Came 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 its head He went galumphing back "And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy It was 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'chu livin' for? Though I can't explain, being sane's Just a dreary chore I'd like to go fly past mountains See Mama Frog at her fountain