The clock gets to be such a bore
What'cha 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
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
Narration of Jabberwock from Alice In Wonderland
'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 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 Jabberwock 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 Jabberwock Come to my arms my beamish boy O 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's
Just a dreary chore
I'd like to go fly past mountains
See Mama Frog at her fountain
