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?
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 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
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 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