Ambrosia - Mama Frog Lyrics
(puerta - north - drummond - pack)The clock gets to be such a boreWhatcha livin forThough I cant explain, being sanesJust a dreary choreId like to go fly past mountainsSee mama frog at her fountainShell be there in her golden frogSequined uniformGolden chair, three trained human clownsWho will soon performBalancing books with their headsTrying to recall what theyve saidPast the gate you will soon be inA garden paradiseDont be late there, the shining jewelsSparkle in your eyesAll waiting there for your pleasureWhats keeping you from this treasure?Narration of jabberwock from alice in wonderlandtwas 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 boreWhatcha livin forThough I cant explain, being sanesJust a dreary choreId like to go fly past mountainsSee mama frog at her fountain
