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