The clock gets to be such a bore
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What'cha livin' for
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Though I can't explain, being sane's
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Just a dreary chore
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I'd like to go fly past mountains
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See Mama Frog at her fountain
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She'll be there in her golden frog
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Sequined uniform
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Golden chair, three trained human clowns
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Who will soon perform
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Balancing books with their heads
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Trying to recall what they've said
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Past the gate you will soon be in
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A garden paradise
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Don't be late there, the shining jewels
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Sparkle in your eyes
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All waiting there for your pleasure
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What's keeping you from this treasure?
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Narration of "Jabberwock" from "Alice In Wonderland"
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'Twas 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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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch ?Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumlous Bandersnatch!"
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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.
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And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
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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.
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"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy.
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'Twas 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
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What'cha livin' for
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Though I can't explain, being sane's
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Just a dreary chore
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I'd like to go fly past mountains
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See Mama Frog at her fountain
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Mama Frog
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Ambrosia |