'Twas brilling, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe
Your majesty?
Kommen sie in
Keeping your eyes gently closed, close your eyes tightly
It will rain, it will rain
Kalaallit Nunaata Radioa. Grønlands radio;
Vi ønsker jer godnat. Tamassi sinilluaritsi
And after having what she described as her most thrilling experience
She climbed down from the tree next day a queen
And as in uffish thought he stood
Long time the manxome foe he sought
He left it dead and with its head
He stood a while in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood
Long time the manxome foe he sought
He left it dead and with its head
He stood a while in thought
