Mama Frog Lyrics
(Puerta - North - Drummond - Pack)The clock gets to be such a bore What'cha livin' forThough I can't explain, being sane'sJust a dreary chore I'd like to go fly past mountains See Mama Frog at her fountainShe'll be there in her golden frog Sequined uniform Golden chair, three trained human clownsWho will soon performBalancing books with their heads Trying to recall what they've saidPast the gate you will soon be inA 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 outgrabeThe clock gets to be such a bore What'cha livin' for Though I can't explain, being sane's Just a dreary choreI'd like to go fly past mountainsSee Mama Frog at her fountain
Ambrosia Mama Frog
